sycamore ...trees blue sky swims through leaves big green field. rolled hay sweet smell of smoldered dried rosemary sitting on the porch with watermelon the house built by family friends talking delicious watermelon walking through the woods up the hill back at the cabin small garden hammock bed overgrown with vines two trees with a swing the half women in the trees missing arms door canvases or just legs hanging with twine old beat up truck vintage curved windows ..drinking malt liquor shooting that car building walls of doors door.. ..night stars fill the sky feeling.. small light from the cabin smoking drinking and listening to the wailers
I am up in my head ..so far up Ive forgotten what the ground feels like Ive been searching so long for no self just to become full of myself Why is this existence so real but so fake What is the meaning Who is this guy who always asks why How do I ask why Can I stop this mind Is it possible to not ask why Sit in silence with only the sky The earth the sun or moon Can we just visit the place where everything blends If for only a moment before this small time ends
so in this world of books with faces I stumbled upon this space that was mine just google-ing at me, so I ran across the net flicking big chunks of hot mail towards an otherwise cowardly tube of yous
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to the borders of understanding
...can i take your order?
a surround sound idea
close to the word
but mis-overheard
harmonize with a sunrise
and realize the pleasantry of tragedy
everything
is the reigning king
of whats inside of me
and what i mean
in my rhyme saying things
can you believe
that
you
are
me
me
you
the
same
thing do U see?
i'm thing three
but i didnt it
the credit
when you said it
that means i said it
ya get it?
this everything
im saying to you
is no mere clue
but an ultimate truth
if you listen closely
to the quite silence
you'll find it *:)
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...trees
blue sky swims through leaves
big green field. rolled hay
sweet smell of smoldered dried rosemary
sitting on the porch with watermelon
the house built by family
friends talking
delicious watermelon
walking through the woods up the hill
back at the cabin
small garden
hammock bed overgrown with vines
two trees with a swing
the half women in the trees missing arms
door canvases
or just legs hanging with twine
old beat up truck vintage curved windows
..drinking malt liquor
shooting that car
building walls of doors
door..
..night stars fill the sky
feeling.. small
light from the cabin
smoking drinking and listening to the wailers
i miss you sycamore
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..so far up Ive forgotten what the ground feels like
Ive been searching so long for no self
just to become full of myself
Why is this existence so real
but so fake
What is the meaning
Who is this guy who always asks why
How do I ask why
Can I stop this mind
Is it possible to not ask why
Sit in silence with only the sky
The earth the sun or moon
Can we just visit the place where everything blends
If for only a moment before this small time ends
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