Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I'd like to unlock
the mystery between 

whatever the universe 
has hidden inside each 
for us
I think if
Jesus were here
today he'd probably
ride a club style Dyna,

All blacked out
custom fab'd straight pipes
smoked windscreen

Some trick engine
mods he wouldn't tell
Do we all run
find something to hide behind
Mountains of lives
tumbling endlessly

Music reciprocating
mellifluously through
I think I've been
in exile for some
time now,

Wandering my way,
(weaving my way)
Home to you
What kind of witch
doctor would understand
what binds
our souls

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

So the breath that
moved the cosmic
dust that we are

formed into us
from the same

Spooky action at a distance
magnetic forces irrelevant to

Peaceful journey
back to the void
whatever that means

Is what you think it means
this poem is for you
(whoever you are)

should come shining