Lifted

I got the craze for the waves
Hey
lets ride together
Let’s
get lost in the maze
Cause
life doesn’t know any better
So I keep running.
Running and stunning
My eyes always lead me to see
The places I never thought I’d
end up in
The seer had it right all along
But
its better with no premonitions
The story is better with no fiction
See I’m living the untamed life
Fast fast slow,
and sometimes I’m driftin

At first go, you'll recognize.
But it's so incognito, it's all a disguise.
Hush hush please,
don't give it a away.
Lets just enjoy the breeze.
I'm so dissolved in it all
It's taking me in bits,
Leaving pieces of me here and there
No place is home
and
I don't give a shit.
I'm cruising earth and all it's pitfalls
Gravity holds me down
Yet I feel so
lifted
Every phase is
shifted
Nothing ever stays the same
And
I'll always remain untamed.

10/09/2014

Our minds crossed paths today. Like they do
every now and then. It felt like the first time
all over again. Reliving stories that are fresh
in my mind and yours. We were strangers at
first and it felt so real. Circling the area, it was
just you and me.

That time is gone but it lingers sometimes.
Communication in so many different forms
and this wasn't the norm. I saw the glimmers
of a spark. That spark could start fires. A burning
in the eyes – the chaos was clear and vivid.

A wild flower at best, it grows in the most
unexpected places. Everything and nothing at
the very same time. The seeds weren't planted
 and yet here we are waiting for the fruits to ripe.

Fire Starter

Burning in circles. It was a monopoly affect setting
ablaze the forest fires. You can't create fire but you
can manipulate it. It all came full circle.
Destroying everything it once created;
Like there was nothing to begin with, but it all existed.

My skin was heated and the ice was melting.
Life was fleeting. My mind was racing and my heart
was pacing. Eyes flickered. So concentrated.
Like lazers piercing through the night.
Dead, yet alive.

It was burning now. we could feel it now.
Matches lit against my skin, they were starting
fires. So clear and vivid were the flames.
Sparks of friction within the dazed illusion.

We're fire starters now.

Countdown

Everyone’s a genius, I thought to myself.
Some choose to be plain while the water starts to boil. 
It’s a limbo state of mind.
Making shifts with mental vibrations.
The buildings moved with frequency.

People were not the slightest bit reluctant – they 
enjoyed the ride, it was all part of the fabrication.

People nowadays are so cavalier.
It’s the human experience with interference.
Everything was unreal and anything became true.
I was in control of the movement; lava-like 
Falling up, waking up, looking down, beyond the ground.

There was something hidden underground.
It was caged. It was in shackles.. bound to the ground.
To be released meant symmetrical patterns all around.
It was invisible to the naked eye and only released
when we were asleep.

It then phased out to the next scene. The transition 
was seamless. It was the last call. People started saying 
it was the countdown. I thought, countdown to what?

 The crowd was in unison, everyone knew and I did too.

A Snake's Revival

There's a mystery inside all of us, some show it more and others less.
We wear thick skin to go through our daily battles and the skin forgets
to shed. Running while life peels away at you. So distracted you don't
even notice. Revival awaits and you can't offer it even a minute.

In spite of our own selves we chose the fast pace. The fast lane never
slows. And just a glimpse in the mirror, do we really see something.
Something real and something trapped in our eyes. We give it only
a moments notice for the fear of slowing down and awakening it.

I stayed seeking it for a second longer.

I saw it burning. I saw the skin peeling. My skin was shedding.
Snake-like revival. It was something I never experienced. I felt the
layer leaving my mind. The person within was emerging and that
first breath felt new. Invigorated, I was revealing the mysteries
that were trapped.

I was alive and dancing in the fire.

Line

I don't want to be on point from the start
I want to stumble a bit, blur the lines a bit
Learning to draw straight never came easy until it became an art

An art I learned through time; through the experiences and
through the mishaps that I tend to find.
So I wait for my mind to recreate time.
To stop the pause and what it's caused, thus I'm endless

Yeah I could draw a straight line with a ruler in one hand
Yeah I could sharpen my dull pencil and call that art.

Yeah I could. I could.

But it's too easy you see. I want to draw without the ruler in hand
All sorts of eyes peek into my sight. They've become dimensionalized.
I'll need more than just that pencil to transfer everything.

Familiar Stranger

I feel like I've known you before. I'm unaware of you but some how
I recognize you too. An acquaintance from another
life, perhaps. Observing the actions, I can predict them all too
well. Its a strange deja vu in the air.

It's been years now. I know when to talk to you when no one else
would understand. You get me in this fool's game. I'm not too trustful,
the gullible innocence that was once there is gone. I'm on the the next
and it seems I'm better off.

But in a moments notice I fall back to old habits. My mind summons
what I had already forgot. You've come and gone and it's become
consistent. My emotions are never settled and they never will
be because I will always have to move on.

When the nostalgia hits it's like I'm dreaming in another reality.

Foreign

There is something excruciating about this thought. It's both mesmerising
and tedious. It comes and goes as it pleases, but sometimes it stays for
longer periods. When it does, I'm escaping the erupting world.

I feel freed by the mystics in its very vast forms through the instances when
it makes itself known. Encapsulated. Life persists to create the bridge, because
without it the music becomes too monotone. Repetition is when the illusion
distracts us.The time then presents itself for when you must perform the solo.
All focused on yourself and your craft, like art it creates, improvised in a foreign
state.

The feelings burn through you like shedding skin.

An honest feeling propelled by a difficult process.

High Tide

Web of cycles, everything is expanding. It repeats itself over and over again.

Until one day we learn. The repetition is meaningless if we can't understand it.

The messages are drilled into our minds so much so that they have no more 

impact. They've become viral and insignificant and thus vanished in a deserted

part of our minds never to be retrieved. 

His eyes were heavy with a sorrow that showed much depth. He wasn't easily

amused. His sight was vast and his interests narrowed because of it. He'd seen

the ins and outs. He'd experienced the repetition and understood the message all

too well. He didn't care for much and he refrained to show how little he did.
As a result, he felt tested of his will power, that awareness of his. 

The high tide came and went. The gravitational pull insisted. Nature always 

displayed a simple calm that no one else could. The forever movement of time

always existed. Stopping for nothing and thrilling only in moments. Those moments
were stored and they were chased, fulfilling that timeless bliss. The bars were
set, and they were hard to match up to. To better be forgotten became their fate,
so that moments to come with the next high tide were not missed. 

MIND

I forgot what being lost felt like. The escape, the unspoken, the nothingness.

But it's fear that makes us miss the experiences that create that richness. 

And my mind runs, and it runs fast. We’re too afraid to let it go. We’ll 

loose it all if we do, but if we don’t.. we’ve got mediocrity.  Idiocracy.

It’s all or nothing. I can’t do any less. Settling is just not an option and 

surviving that probably brings forth many confrontations. Inner battles 

are continuous and it’s a web of scenarios that reflect each cause and 

effect, which lead up to this point.

We can’t always control the outcomes, and the chain of reaction happens 

instantaneously. But what do we lack? Or rather, what lacks in us?

Flowers budding, pupils dilated, skin on skin, my mind is awakened.

Flux

Someone’s coming around, someone’s coming around.
You can tell by their stare and you can feel it in their stare.
I’m too lucid in this scenario. I see you too much and there’s no way to rush
It’s too much, too much, much, much and I’m in the flux.

All my layers gone. I’m prone to life.
I give it all without the slightest try.
I change personalities so easily. So unnoticed, you never doubted it.
To trick you is so tempting.
Instability in my sights - improvising as I go along.

Careless. And I know it will end.
The movements, they know no price. My next step is free.
And I continue to conquer,
Oh so seductively.

Forbidden

It wasn’t ever there for the taking. It grew over the walls 

without me expecting it.

And now here I am. Over indulged by this thing. Taking 

up space in my mind and taking away my consistency.

I’m breathing a little uneasily. And I’ve forgotten what it 

feels like to be without.

Carrying on is always rarely fluent. In my sleep, I see the 

things that my mind replays. New scripts are made.

But the scenes are so hidden and in life so forbidden.

Aligned realities. My biggest struggle is my highest truth. 

But together in a world that is so untrue, my mind battles 

every thing I ever knew.

To be so real in a small current, I lose my flow every now 

and then. I’m losing it now and I’ll lose it again. 

Waves

Identities alter. Concentrated in some circumstances and less
in others. The concentrated doses are reflections of that one drop.
Once that drop is exposed into the sea of still waters, the waves
start to form.

The waves move so remotely. Pragmatic and yet ponderously.
As if each wave had behind it an essence of such depth. So vague
and blurry,but vigorous in it's crash upon the shore. The conception
becomes real.

Running

Miles in my mind
I'm running now, always running
and I keep running
But I got to slow down now, slow down every time.

My adaptation is too abstract
I cant function in this world and others
The energy is lost in distraction
Lost in time, in all directions

It's hard to focus on things sometimes
Slowing down makes it all disappear
My visions, this daze
It allowed me to be ahead, but it doesn't make sense

It doesn't make sense anymore
How can I connect
How can I bridge the gap
Life seems too easy at times
When you don't read between the lines

Kaleidoscopic

My worlds always seem to collide. There are many sides 

to you that you pull out of the hat. At school, at work, at 

social occasions, and creative functions, who you are when 

no one’s watching. There are too many sides, but they’re 

all organized and derived when needed. Context is everything 

and so the mentality is a shape- shifter - water filler – to the 

oddest glass shapes you can find.

Lines blur, but don’t they always? You can’t help it when 

emotions are triggered. You feel a pull, a cosmic reaction, 

simple expansion, so fluid, so lucid, you loose it.

Suddenly, what you’re feeling is all around you, it’s all of 

you, every action reflects it. The birth of solidarity brings 

together all the sides of you in play. An unrehearsed play, 

you know your role, but you’re not acting anymore.

Life becomes so improvised, every notion, every observance 

is entangled in it. It’s like a never ending design of the mind.
Patterns exuberated all around. It bursts into the atmosphere.
It’s so contagious that I can’t see past it. I’m blinded by what
I see, one thing, one vibration, my eyes are closed and I still
see it. 

This love is kaleidoscopic.