Flight Patterns

 

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Come Dance With Me

I'm a man on fire
Walking through your street
With one guitar
And two dancing feet
Only one desire
That's left in me
I want the whole damn world
To come dance with me

Remember

Remember that you are not really here.

Remember where you must be.

Your eyes are about to tell you something that your mouth already knows.

Your ears are about to tell you something your feet already know.

Remember that you've never really been here.

Remember that you have never really been here.

Your nose picks up a fragrance and lets it go.

Your mouth picks up a taste,

and lets it swallow itself up into the very oceans of your body.

Remember you have not really ever, ever been here.

~Alex and Crystal 

With My Own Two Hands

I can change the world

With my own two hands
Make it a better place
With my own two hands

I can make it a kinder place
With my own two hands
I can make peace on earth
With my own two hands

I can clean up the earth

With my own two hands
I can reach out to you
With my own two hands

I'm going to make it a brighter place
With my own two hands
I'm going to make it a safer place
With my own two hands

I'm going to help the human race
With my own two hands
I can hold you
With my own two hands

I can comfort you
With my own two hands
But you've got to use
Use your own two hands

Desert Song

 May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. 

 May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

  May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers.

  Into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone.

And down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs.

 Where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags.

Where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you beyond that next turning of the canyon walls

 

Presence of Self

I Write Another Phrase Of My Forgotten And Renewed 

Thoughts. I wonder And I Dream About Thing That Could

Have Been, But Turn Away On The Forgotten And Look

Towards The Future And Hope That I Will Find Settlement

There. But As I Am Further More Disappointed I Force My

Self To Look  Away As many Do And Few Don't. I Settle 

For The Cool Beating Of My Heart And Collapse Against
My Own Self Existence. For I Am In The Very Presence
Of My Self And It Is Now And It Is Amazing. I Renew,
Renew, And Renew My Awareness Of Being One With All
And Being All In One. The Excitement, The Anticipation,
The Pain, The Pleasure, The Thrill Of Being Alive And Living
Each Second Of A Renewed
Life

Vague But Now

 

My Mind Is Vague But It Is Now 

I Exist But Do Not Live A Second Of It
I Own The Journal But Don't Write In It 
I Have The Right Words But Do Not Speak It
I Have The Tools But Do Not Carve
I Know The Song But Do not Sing It
Just Quietly Hum It
I Could Start
But Am To Scared
To Finish