fear

Phobia: ouranophobia

Fear of: heaven

our fears grow 

when our minds wander from our hearts

once outside the gates

they appear strong and menacing

once inside

they are invisible and imaginary

Holding

circles are round squares

a corner measures

a circle dances

in motion always flowing 

with the creative lotion

of commotion 

here is the dancing fiasco

its like a tractor with wings

hard and bustling full of equipment

of ever present restricted freedom

you cannot deny the fire

that resides within

a sun blarring through smoke

is a danger sign for the fumigators

that live in the water

watch out

they bite hard

a flamingo is pink

with a beak

but you are purple 

and soo temptatious 

a dessert is sweet like your smile

but its been a while

i sit and linger

not pointing a finger

a blessing in this moment

is all i can ask for

my throat is raspy

i keep grasping for the lust of more

and my desire turns to dust

as i find the sole purpose of wishing

is to manifest a object

which you will later roll into the compost

to feel it disintegrate

but you

were the one to integrate 

the greatness to begin with

sit back and watch the poetry pass

its only a sound you create meaning

let your thoughts flow

let it all go

you have nothing to hold on to

even your breath doesn't last

fuel is used

recycled for another

and you can never own anything

capitalists will smash 

their teeth and eyebrows together

grinding grinding

and they don't make flour

pick a flower 

and watch it die

or let it grow 

seedlings drop 

and create more

you collect every seed you ever find

but have they ever touched the earth

since the storage bind?

i love you

for your caring nature

thats why its called nurture

your a creative loving creator

and i will always pick up run over

butterflies near the solid double yellow

lines as cars fly by

funkydunk

duuude theres a whisper of perfection

its called your reflection

don't you realize these lies of perception

their collecting connections

of beauty

i remember our halloween tree

before thanksgiving

the saints they martyred me

i'm blessed to be 

its a secret i keep

a hallow thought is a lost lot of ice cream

melting through space

a floating puddle of sugar and cream

once again

a cleanse

purification lens

photo realism is a trend

my mind 

is surreal and so are my thoughts

lets let surr-reality

recreate our dreams

in waking things

objects made of string

clay cookies baking infinite beings

light bodies ascend 

like climbing a tree

closer to reality

a swing of emotion

a constant wave ocean

of being and not

not being

and seeing

truly believing 

a sour fate of false relating

and infinite oneness where 

even a plate is a close relative

its like ice skating

calmly gliding 

or hockey

 being knocked to your knees 

where your nose is the skate

you can relate

either way you know

you are the way

to your fate

kookaburra

kookaburra sitting in the beautiful marsh tree

ducks wade and splash their laughter at me

tears streaming down my face

i brush off the itch of pace

and allow myself to be

rolling around on the floor of the earth

i didn't think you'd find me alone in the dirt

a camera flash

and past is past

death to the lingering

egos laugh

you and me are like this tree

roots in the mud

branches in the sun

a fish flying through the sky

and a bird dripping ripples

water lily ties

a dream of a crystal skull

pulses pain and power through my right brain

my left has been unanswered

green light fuses through my cerebral cortex

and all i can do is jump

flight is effortless when lying down

its like a movie screen with more surround sound

thoughts are pictures that float around town

i can hear you now

stop and be spirals

you'll see what i mean

i'm not a child

until i'm unclean

obscene

a child is true light beam

heart light from the cave

green reflections of dreams

turquoise healing waters 

float away on inner tubes of peace

toothpaste mistakes

make for complicated debates

of toothaches and cavities

beyond rotting fate

alone i can equate 

reflections one can relate

to this inner time

alone so sly

a booming beyond high

and then its all nigh

floating like a feather

as simple as fresh ginger

a root relate

Unlimited Possibilities

painting by autumn skye morrison

*Quantum Theory Simplified*

Your consciousness affects the behavior of subatomic particles

Particles move backwards as well as forwards in time and appear in all possible places at once

The universe splits into parallel universes in which all possible events occur

*Quantum Theory Even More Simplified*

Question: "Is an electron a wave or a particle?"

Answer: "Yes"

Question: "Is the electron here or is it there?"

Answer: "Yes"

Question: "Which came first; the chicken or the egg?"

Answer: "Yes"

Residual movement

holes little tiny holes

filter through my ideas

like sifting powdered sugar

received a massage last night that opened my mind

as well as body

happy to be

just be

doing is 

being does

allowing my time

to mold into spacious jelly like

trees

branching through worlds from above

to below its time to grow 

smoke rises 

diaphragm extends from my toes

to the tip of my spine

tingles through my pudding padded piggies

creeping up crawling out my crown

i sigh to release old memories 

alone

happiness is shared 

and justified through loud silence

laughing i take in a breath of contentment

choking on the stillness

i cough up the vibrational residue of movement

as my body spirals through time

i rest in constant change

and smile as they shoot a missile  at the moon

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” ~ AnAis NiN