Walking the streets of a concrete jungle.
looking down
avoiding eye contact
because that would just be "awkward"
when all of a sudden the clocks stopped ticking
and when the clocks stop ticking the world stops running because this society is so vast with egocentracality and filled to the brim with human superiority that we no longer knew what to do
the people stopped walking with slumped shoulders
the people stopped standing in elevator corners looking at the cell phones without really looking at them (because in truth they just dont want to make a connection with another soul standing right next to them)
the people stopped firing their guns
the people stopped hitting their children and wives
the people stopped feeling apathetic
the people stopped being racist, sexist, classist, agesit, homophobic demons
the people looked up
and noticed that there was something bright in the sky
the landscape had come to a halt
not a breath stirred the morning newspaper
what were humans to do?
and just like that their heads tipped back and their souls flew out of their fish-scaled-lipsticked- cigarrette-poison-inhaling-Starbucks-drinking-booze-consuming-to-escape-reality mouths
and left the empty flesh shells.

they flew to heaven and left the humanoids alone.
the humans looked back down to the sidewalk
they looked at each other
and they never felt so alone
they once thought they were alone, always lonely, striving for some acknowledgement or pity
but now they were realy alone
love had left them
they had left themselves
and just like that they all crumbled to the ground and laid there scared
begging for some relief
then the wind blew through and whispered into their inner ear
"Be a Temple."
with that they all stood up and walked into the ocean deep and cleansed themselves to purity
the souls came back and they were once again them
but the concrete jungle no longer exists
it is now a real jungle
and the people dont hate anymore
the people dont hit anymore
the people care more
the people love
the people
the souls
the hope
the end

these inner thoughts apparently wanted to come out and play.

Inconspicuous inside dreaming lines the crevices of the folds of my brain.
Weaving in and out of consciousness.
I open my eyes to see the world and realize that they were once closed for so long.
I believed I was opening them to view the world but my ego tricked me.
It made me believe I was viewing the world in a "happily ever after" format but my eyes were glued shut.
It set up a blank movie screen in my mind and played over and over what it wanted me to see.

I found a sword made of light and tore through that movie screen.
I pierced my eyelids and let oxygen enter my mind.
I let magic enter my mind.
I let truth enter my mind.

Understanding now the simplicity of all beings.
I was drowning in the ocean, thinking I was going to die until I relaized that I was once a fish and knew how to breathe.
I am not a survivor because all the pain and suffering around me was of my own doing.
I was always living.
And I am still living,
but this time the sun trickles down into the ocean water and I can breathe in and out and the dolphins call to me to play

and I answer with love.

Once upon a time and in the beginning,
I existed.

I'd love to know all of the universe's secrets.
I'd love for my head to explode with that knowledge so then I could really fly.

Trailer Trash Parties are just as bad as Ghetto Parties.

What if it is just all a hayward decision to end the species?
Complicate the universe with bullshit treaties,
muddle up the waters
cut the power to the energy veins connecting us.

I eat humans to remember that we are just an animal.
no more and no less than the bengal tiger, the flamingo, the australian shephard, the dinosaur.
We can go extinct too.

In a field of yellow daisies, i found God.
The type of God they talk about in cathedrals of stained glass.
Here he was more strong in nature.
everywhere.
But then I also found her.
And she was just as strong because she was god.
a goddess.
I am god.

I followed the stupid stupid fish down the waterfall because in all reality I wanted to.
I wanted to dine with Christopher Colombus and broken tea cups.
I wanted to tell him what a fucked up animal he was.

Because isn't that just it?
I believe in past lives and if we have all lived in this gloriously fucked up world multiple times,
then we have all been racists,
we have all been sexists,
we have all been classists,
we have all been ageists,
we have all been heterosexists.
at one point in time.
so do not pass judgement on me, yourself, or others.
You do not have that right than any other human being,
but we have also all been light and love and powerful beings that are capable of changing the world for better,
or for worse.

Life is a dream.
Life is a school.
All lessons are unique.
All subconsciousses are one of a kind.

Let's hope you decide in this life to change the world for the better.

L is for the way you look at me....

Green sweaters and cotton candy.
I want to describe the end of the world to you.
It will be the same type of feeling that you get when you turn the last page of a really good book.
The story has ended. the characters are no more.
But a new book is waiting to be opened, its pages creased and its corners folded.
doggy-ear style.
Sometimes I want to live inside the books i read.
They seem so much better than the life I am living.
But when i look up from the page and into your eyes I know that I am already writing my own book.

Lilac dresses and lemonade.
I want to describe the beginning of the world to you.
It will be the same type of feeling that you get when you jump into an icy pool in the afternoon of a hot summer day.
the deep end.
A shock of cold that you feel to your bones,
but oh so slowly you get used to the water,
and never want to get out.

Tight red pants and turqouise crayons.

I want to describe love to you.

Breathe a deep breath and think of something that will make you laugh out loud.

did you feel that?

love.

These asphalt roads are the veins of the material world.

Underneath though is the true energy supply.

Coursing veins of energy circling the earth over and over creating vortexes.

Magic exists.

It's right inside.

We attribute human characteristics to things we can't understand.

Mother Nature does not have two eyes.

Look up at night.

The stars are her eyes watching us everywhere.

i want to escape into that unknown.

it's much better than the known.