nothing is truly as it seems
time loses all meaning
important passages glossed over
lost in the forest of the mind
navigate your minefield
the dark knight waits beyond the courtyard
castle walls not easily scaled
fight him
for this is more than mere dream
do not fear
it will devour you alive
be not pessimistic
floundering beneath the weight of your doubts
let your vibes connect
seek only the positive
i am the wolf
sensitive skin turned to bristling fur
feel past the evil
turn to the calming wind
feel the breeze of the forest
your ancestors will join you
strip to your skins
there is no danger ahead
natural water not artificially purified
rather collected from mother sky
become the bear?
nature has challenged your spirit
bear or deer
force or grace
choose the latter
walkabout
feel the leaves crunch beneath your feet
as paws once again grow long in the sun
feel the fur sprout up from every pore
my once meek mouth now elongated
i am the pack leader
an entourage
a walking gang
call it more brotherhood unto the fang
have we de-evolved
or have we transcended the ethereal plateau
animalistic primal instinct
fell the snowflakes peppering your coat
free and pleased
to roam with ease
the pack
the pride
a unit of brothers
we live together
we die together
laugh
cry
theoreticize
till time's bitter end
a lifetime together
at a momentary glance
we went above the clouds
returned with stone tablets in hand
the clock is melting
and the colors dance as they blend
let the waves roll you about
four unique visions
four unique minds
brothers via distant mothers
bonds unbreakable
forged in stone
we are the proud
all wounds shall heal
as they are forgotten
the waves are cresting now
calm slowly descends upon the sands of time
sand-castle feet to pail-bucket skull
skin flourishes over the red and white
muscle and bone
a rebirth of the mind
in conjunction with the body
baptism by fire
the dancing flames sweetly suckle at the nape of your neck
bask in radiant warmth
positively floating in the air
no filter on our mouths
clear path to our souls
no frills or put on airs
bare bones no sheath
the voice of true self squeezes out from behind eased teeth
this is our connection
our cocoons have been abandoned
we spread our wings together
and fly towards nirvana
1 comment:
there is nothing you could write that i wouldn't like. you amaze me everytime...
let's read ginsberg in bed together under the covers.
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