Keeping tight my thoughts on past days, glitz and glam baam! goes the twinkle lights of memories fading fast as the focus shifts to the 10 points made of people I can count on my hand that matter....
Energy in the brain shifting around dwelling on peeled off faces, pink aftermath, throats yelling and the people in force....music of the making loud...
Plant red and blue flowers near the grave plot next these ideas of other people, places and things...nouns.....all dead to me....
In the sense that I need not approval or validation to find the sunshine happy place in the void space between my head and feet ...The ones that always matter and bring sense and purpose to this existence are always guarded near my heart ....Things that are real and forever stay walled up around the inside, yellow light beams of dreams made real within who we really are...
We play and we pretend we move on and we forget...with the blinking lights and dark fights, with the laughing... all the while we all come round...minutes ticking into the after days of warm hugs and jokes served on loud noises unheard.....
BARMY blurred out the image of hands holding hands...magenta-mana moonstruck moments of awesome....
it all goes along on its way into the remembrance place of doesn't matter...
We all come round...and in the end...the ones that matter are there...these crazy times serve to act as a good contrast to what and why and who its all about...good times....
Waiting for the first stone to be thrown is the long time in waiting...cold.. alone in shifting silence with eyes made of knives slicing the air like warm flesh on a block of stone.....
stand in the chill air grasp hold of the nearest star in sight ....run away inside to the moon glimmer in winter...
Beam shine the smiles in memories to melt away the pains of all the judgement they cast upon you...
Its going to be OK...
for tomorrow will still come...hidden away within the sunshine are the warm waters of absolution and utopia....
Castles in the sky rest upon the sacrifice of the loved ones that came before...that came and stood upon the heads of the many snakes and shadows of the yesteryear filled with smoke and ash...
Belittled and befuddlement are the thoughtless and careless as their words fall of the skin of the innocent and weary...
Worries are for the weak willed ready to die...
Stars in hand quasar tilted trip the milky way in the left side of my brain above and beyond these petty things anyone can rise above and mingle with the celestial....
carry on...
