dive divine

the beauty
of the snake
in the tree
of life
and
red juicy apples
hanging
from
every branch
promising
a taste
divine

the beauty¨
of the flow
in  the river
of creation
and the subtle
sound of
changes
in the air

the the the the
and the unfolding
thereof
therein
thereby
therewith

what?
asked the uncertain
the certain
wich said
nada

Flight

Imagination
flies on the wind
of time
through open
spaces
where
spirit
unwinds
in the freedom
of fantasy
singing
liberation
of mind

when its late

Wild horses run across
my garden
making the earth
shake
and my house
quake

i hear indians
yelling like
crazy
and i just
know
the lsd
is kicking
in
& not
just
maybe

if it doesnt
rhyme
theres no
stars
no
blue heaven
and no
sunshine
no music
no vine
but if
it does rhyme
ahh well
its just
smokey
i guess

letters in mind

its not really the story
thats interesting
but rather
the placing
of words
on the canvas
of mental
space

its the facinating
little symbols
wich express
consciousness
in  a way
we can understand
and relate to

reflecting our
own inner
voice
by
the
simple
magick
of symbols
on the white
sheets of mind

WHO IS THIS PERSON?

HE LIKES TO WRITE POEMS
AND IMAGINE HIMSELF
TO BE A GREAT POET

HE IS NOT YOUR
CLASSICAL MANBOY
WHO LOVES CARS
AND BOOZE
AND HATES FAGS

HE IS NOT LIKE
ANYONE YOU KNOW
YET AT THE VERY SAME TIME
HE MAY RESEMBLE
YOUR QUEER BROTHER
OR EVEN YOUR LESBIAN
MOTHER

HE DOESNT FIT
IN THE ORDINARY
LIFE OF THE ORDINARY
PEOPLE
YET AT THE SAME
TIME HE IS MORE ORDINARY
THAN ALL OF THE ORDINARY
PEOPLE PUT TOGETHER

HE IS JUST TOO ORDINARY
FOR SOME PEOPLE
AND MOCKS THE VERY
ESSENCE OF BEING
ORDINARY
BY ENHANCING
THAT  STATE OF ORDINARITY
TO A POINT IN WICH
IT  BECOMES INTOLERABLE
TO BE...ORDINARY
AND MADNESS
SURELY FOLLOWS
SURELY BECKONS
FOR THE PERSON
WHO NO LONGER
CAN STAND BEING
ORDINARY AND SANE

THIS IS THE WAY
OF THE SPIRIT
TO UNLEASH
THE POWER OF CHANGE
WITHIN THE SYSTEM
WITHIN THE CONSCIOUSNESS
OF ORDINARY MAN
WHO DOES NOT BELIEVE
IN MAGIC
AND MAKES FOR
THE PERFECT
CLAY
FOR THE SPIRIT
OF ARTFUL  TRICKERY

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