learning

soothing vibrations all around
flowing gentle waves of sound
floods my mind with memories
and lifts me slow off the ground.
these trees they grow all about
in rows and sets with branches reaching out
they touch this sky and feel it breathe
an ancient energy one must experience to recieve.

make of it what you will

haha them cooks, they thought we were crazy but if they only knew about the experience. left only to be felt by the being itself, detailed in dialogue and the ink which flows from pens. maybe its because we hold a crystal ball, like those witches of the past, witchcraft and sorcery would make them burn us alive. what seems so wrong usually is right, it sits in the dark wainting for you to turn on the light. so there must not be much difference between us and the crazies, the caterpillar cannot understand the butterfly, i really like that quote. he certainly can blow nicely with a hookah, and he might tell you whats up with the mushrooms, if you know what im saying.

roll with it

new days, new ways, a new journal and this crucial cold front
creeping in and stealing the warmth! how dare he even try to
ward off the humid hot summer days. and thank you so much
for blowing some old feelings into my brain, the smells
and atmosphere of about a year ago or so.
while the leaves begin to shed their colors
we bring in reinforcements, and also some color...i'd hope.
if i have anything to do with it. i want some new outfits
and descriptions, but atleast we've made due.