Friday, May 10, 2013

Embrace



Embrace



          Day’s passes by… I am not what, I once were…  I rock back and forth… in front of my porch! These are my day’s… the days where my body no longer wonders…. in its place, my mind takes flight… Travel far and wide… My porch, my porch… is the departure spot… where my mind takes off and forgets of the corps it left behind.

With these moments I have come to see more… worlds within worlds… Objects, and beast alike have master the element of flight... they are swift as war heads… and strike as comics from the cosmos. 

Telepathic minds over see the vest body of the universe, where pathways are no longer made out of trees of life, but the thirst of man change! Enough to quench the string of eternity... I have travel many eons and have seen many moons… none the less, I am missing two youth… only once retained… can I strip free of the bonds that restrains me.

A thought that my famish mind fails to grasp in its entirety… No! No! No! I’m being drawn back… drawn back… like an animal losing its grips on its prey… No!!!!! Without body and time I am not able to feast on the unknown… home again, my porch, my porch, the chain to this world… back and forth my porch.




Thursday, May 9, 2013

Poetry reporter



Poetry reporter


Bring onto you, the here and now descriptive understandings... re-polish, remodel… you’re perspective views, my perspective understandings …watch from afar. Relentless, conjuring, remolding, reshaping… regurgitating your moments; press to print where’s the press?

The view of many! Re-conjuring it into a gift, shaping it into an art form… spreading it out, to the world…

Letting you absorb the fragments of my understanding… let it become your perception, our perception! So art survives…

We pour things in alternative terms… a paradigm combined with a conundrum… stitch and mended with a paradox; tell me what your pair of eyes can see? In the pits of darkness I will uplift you from the pits of night and up hold you in the day of love along with the day of art… our perception is one of heart.