i a m a c t u a l l y r e a l

B e a t i n g.  p u r e. r a w a n d  a l w a y s  b e a t i n g
o n l y  s t o p  t o  s m e l l.  l i s t e n  a s  t i m e  g o e s. t h e  b u b b l e  g r o w s
f l o w s.  l i k e.  l i k e  i t  f l o w s
l e a t h e r e d  f e e t.  w o o l e n  s o u l
h o w  d o  y o u  k n o w ?
s e e k .  d o . t h e n  k n o w
a n d  t h i n g s  f l o w.
i n t o  a  b u b b l e.  g r o w s  l i k e  r o s e m a r y  g r o w s.     a n d  s m e l l it.
stop. i t s  w a r m like a beating h e a r t  and a w o o l e n soul. woolen p u r e.
animal r a w, roar
from the h e a r t
that is beating
and a l w a y s beating

Ghoastal

Coasting along like a ghost, flight no fear and lust for light that nears.
Beat, walk, fly and beat drums, Skeleton white ribbed in tight hums.

Shadowed darkness distorted mind, walk backward spinning ,me, you cannot find.

feelings 1

time and space . life rolls fast and we can stop and smell the roses and remember memories of the years before, i smiled when i saw mine in my mind. nothing can take that away from me. i am created by those moments and ying and yang i will appreciate and remember them forever. thank you to all whom i have met, short and tall moments long never mind ,as all have been such a precious part. i love and live everyday with the lust of dreams and no fear for me as i have been shaped to fight. to all those i have crossed and joined paths with , thankyou. on i go to find another nook to dig at and a new part of sky to fly in, patch of land to pounce on and fight for what lies within my dreams, i know ill fall again but ill always get up x

no roof

Opening heart sockets with the windows to the soul, theres many things that will capture your sight but few that will swallow you whole,
heartedly and enlightened with the beauty of the simple things, too long gone has the road of mess toward the wind that sings.
Treasures are few so close to the drum beating heart, eagle soaring, no roof now such a part,
of me and try to run but dont and live and dance truly to this beat.
keep em' close to feel,
free to need and bleed

wrapped

sponged ears, slow motioned breaths in and do they come out? bubble wrapped body suffocating and hidden but breathing and happy, lulling soothed voices in a light hum, ecstasy risen from an intangible place, gut tightens in awareness and wonderings of the ahead road. moment and sunset. not knowing is blessed as is knowing. 

no name

in this small box in the large world, im in too deep it scares me, I could lose 'stuff; and it not bother my soul because i am loved but im not sure that i love this life yet. to touch my own face feels like a elusion , i am watching me, what and who are you?

what is needed is a hill, and i will feel peace in myself one day to come after which i see what i have been seeking; but thinking the mind over drive can make the appreciation of life itself disappear.

to find such balance is the journeys soul reason to stay alive.

that it was life is.

chasing leaves

Paths and Bridges, relax in parks and stand in front of fridges, never fear, tis life and take it like water from a ducks back. Back off from the hustle and bustle your own moves on the dance floor, rhythm in steps but freedom in the beat, of the drums from another place,              far from the street