No one knows where
my mysticism is

(find the nothingness
elusive center of
power)

fleeing from
understanding

Outlaw baby
barkin' up the wrong
tree tryin' ta
change me

Go back to your
hipster fairies and
euro-fantasies

Wanna-be bikers

hide behind your
psuedo-charities
neo-asana paper
thin glow

All the outlaws know
all the outlaws know

Outlaw Mind
Strange Places
(wandering

Home one day)
twin pistons slamming
chrome walled chambers

Matted out dreams
club style snortin' pipes
chuggin' into road
hero

haven

Backwards from transition
standing in light
full Goddess consumption

Blinded with afterthought
totally removed from darkness
shipped out to visions we'd
always believed in

But dared not capture
some raging wildness
we cannot forget

God is inner self
she was shining in the
distance of greatness
we'd lost

(remember the perfect day
we walked down the lane
eating tiger lilies (goddess))

Starlit memories of
volcanic fire and literary
visions these archetypes
are failing the mythic apparatus

strung together for centuries
from crumbling tablets

The things you've pulled through, and
didn't die from

Control vs freedom

Moments are almost connected

Cool mother-night

Descends into

Hypnagogic

Shambala

after falling away so long
only to realize
time is a trap we created
to avoid the unchanging

Principle of cosmic law
which brings us to ourselves
pinned against a mountain
which is only another sky of our
perceived limitations

(allegory of eagles and other
such metaphors
similes like flowers

grow out of the forest of her
vivid dreams where I am a tree
and the stream of all
knowledge flowing
unbridled she releases
the damn built by myself
to harness my endless
power)

With forever behind us
into the mystery riding
Wisps of phantom
Nights we
Tried

To know
Who we are

decided not to be cool
anymore

too much work
too expensive
too many let-downs

(just ride my Harley
into the sun-set
no phone
no goal
no target
no destination
no gain
no pain

Old soul warrior
Old soul Princess

Yes

missed by the old times
coffee dream
angel breath

Rundown motel-like
rusted crashpad on
the floor tempting
fate to burn us
down

ran through primeval
mountainforest
chasing our fear/desire
down indian

trails

We already drove
those roads
home

Dream forest wanderer
we meet in clandestine
foggy images
during

Rapid Eye Movement
Radio soul transference

Whatever the popular theories are
on reincarnation and galactic
expansion