Ray-Beam

I think of you often....as the night twists into a diurnal course, sunlight breaching the aftermath of the nights reign in my cognizance... so full of hope and awareness.....Tilt slant the avalanche of amere-ance....title shades and colors gone astray, in this moment my mind lingers on what we had...what we need... and what we obtain, holding tight to the chest cavity memories seep deep into the soft marrow...Bonding forever still to our heart...

Light scape the decay to bring anew an astral plane of thoughts alive and into the present ...a nautical day side sweeps along its way singing wind song aloud timeless and ageless ...an omniscient resonance we sing...

Voices collide with the music of the everlasting sun ray of mornings light smeared across the horizon... a golden glaze of beauty in the spatial field of radio sky..another time in motion has passed and I stand still within movement all about me...space and dimension passing over my skin like a warm waterfall - low pressure, supple and soft... an elastic expanse set before me, colored maroon a hazy mix of amethyst heliotrope....Awe and reverence become me... Prepositional predetermination is my place within the understanding that there is no reason or rhyme under the weight of these deep seeded thoughts.....

Hills with Capital letters....

Under the open source dysfunction of many we set on fire the circumstances that set us on this path we tread...moon lit skyline in the east ablaze with the cities of man....i notice more and more two sides separated by the ideals of the future...both flinging mud....back and forth...back and forth ....glass castles in the sky stained with sweat and blood....people of peace and harmony burning at the stake anyone not like them... people of power and freedom....drown the less fortunate in oceans of poverty...both sides of the same coin...

Malignity in motion force close the situation... a locality of longing, this mist driven social hate machine set against the commonwealth...we undo ourselves in times of high entropy if we are not assiduous, keeping our feet in line ...soft to the touch..one after the other....treading on glass roads brittle to the brink of shattering.....Hope is the treads holding the flags we bear high in our minds eyes...place it wisely....