manifesting into the dream

today like yesterday

well except today is Gray and cool.

and-eye-lohv-it.





and i think
that today is just like
yesterday
but yesterday has a different
name
and i feel that names can be
A BIT
limiting. make me feel a bit
DISTANT
from what ever it is, Truely.
and if i call this thing i feel
a nother name.
well-shit, than eye have taken a step up
and sunk'N a Level Down.
the air is not suffocating me
today,
and this is a way of naming
my breath.
and as my chest
rises
and falls
rises
and
falls
rises and falls risesandfallsrisesandfalls
eye think about thinking about
thinking.
and i see circles and lines
and not ONE
NAME
to this Thought.
just. a. thought.
and as the vines creep
UP'N'AROUND,
my kneck,
my spine,
eye feel less than Entangled,
and more than Embraced,
My Brain is soon to submit,
to this strangle,
to this hinder,
and my body will succumb,
and as all of THIS IS HAPPENING,
there is a growth,
and a decay,
a Blossom,
and a Mold,
the old is new
and the new is old,
our names are becoming translucent,
our definitions run a'Mok,
our power deeply
harnessed
in the
LIGHT
inside of me,
outside of me,
mAKING THIS VINE GROW.
I am my own worst enemy.
I am my own best friend.
I am the alien at the register,
and the mouse in the sewer,
Today is one
and Tomorrow is One too.
This is why i will probably never
get OVER you.

alas the note pad is complete.

and of course the SKY jus^ keeps gett^n wild^r.

this is distance.

I AM BEGINNING TO FEEL AGAIN.


but i am still boggled,
wondered

in deep


and floating


around this

to do

and that

to think.


here's some moments i grabbed by the eyeball.
(squeezed it, let it ooze around finger tips, and sloppy
brain
jungle
number
infiniti)

(you'know'bout'the'Click)









'



& This is nice now,
(all Ways)

Kiids on the streeet

dance'de'dance'dance go crAzy.






its still surreal
i am still dreaming
but waking is becoming less important,
GREAT

Hey, how come i used all the titles i ever want to use.

IT'S BOOK CENTRAL UP IN MY BRAIN.


SO MANY BOOKS, SO MUCH TIME, HERE I GO!


HP 3 <3
the chalice and the blade -Riane Eisler
endgame -derrick jensen
becoming human -jean vanier
the dancing wu li masters -gary zukav
in search of man -andre missenard
the truth -stephen hawely martin


and you know what i think?

YEAH, THE WORLD IS FUCKED AND DISTORTED, BUT THERE'S A LOT. A LOT-A LOT. LOOK UP!! SO MANY WORLDS AND WORLDS TO BELIEVE IN. THERE IS GREATNESS SOMEWHERE. PROBABLY RIGHT HERE. RIGHT IN SIDE.........YOU. SO SMILE AT THE TREES, NEIGHBORS AND MIRRORS AND TRUST THAT THIS PUZZLE PIECE WILL FIT JUST WONDERFULLY.

i mean we got it all (most)

Listen

Standing in the tall grass
Thinking nothing
You know we need oxygen to breath
Whenever you are walking you're just moving the ground
Whenever you are talking you're just moving your mouth
Where ever you look you're just looking down





i was staring at the moon, and i was staring at the leaf sprouted on the tree, and i saw the similarity... we are just being. me and the sprout, existing is all we are. being is all, so lets be it all.