past laps no lead me back

these days soft hard days
gone days past through the door days
goose eggs
these eggs of children growing and spurting
these souls of havoc stretching for the new
and breath and ecstasy and life and guts
oh the guts its what we crave these guts and muts
we crave deep and lavish we crave hot and cold
all we want and desire is to be independent to drive down ice
and ice patch a glare and scream
a dream
its what we crave to feel and reel and squeel
squeel we may and in the fire of life its how we play
but turn around
whats behind us what have we left behind
what sweet ocean did we leave to marry brick and mortar
and how do we get back what rope or scripture should i attach
and latch? follow that stamp up the path dont look back?
but can we look back and turn around
can we walk the path right back to home
instead of doing mortal laps?
can we sit back and relax and bask in thick rays and beads of love and inspiration
can we boil in the multitude of others
can we touch and mend and mix and engulf one another
instead of moshing and thrashing and crashing?
can we swim in waters so thick with souls that we do not swim at all
but enjoy i enjoy i enjoy do you see
i will not be swimming at all
but enjoying the bliss and serenity of being
being one
one love
one love forever.

reality fine by me

and i have been here resting
a dormant volcano with only seconds left
a misread caption and a misinformed anchor
we have set sail maybe the two in my mind
and my heart is bursting and my brain cursing
trenches through time i wander looking for fate
when i can control destiny will i write the book
or just jungle faith mean super 8 means just stop and wait

stop and wait
for what a simple truth
my body has simple truths my soul has complex realities
i will fall dive from the sky my body will divide and soul doth fly
fly from here going anywhere breaking so many hearts and minds along the way
crash burn fingers grab for the choke hold but miss and grab a torqued girl
those curls and furls those flunkies and wild monkeys
these are the dreams that guesses dream of
these are the thoughts and ideas mothers swear off
reality?
fine by me.
perfectly.