Everyone's music is beautiful
when it is a true narcotic expression
from their own land of consciousness.

It is a line and a circle,
the swing of a crystal ball
on a chain dangling
from the strong hand 
of a hypnotist.

can you hear the creak of the chain?

It is a primal cry
and the sigh of a lover;
blood and sex
intertwined with the sound of angels.

It is the stench of rot
on the floor of a forest,
and the red in your eyes
before they open in the morning.



It is the feeling of cool water
and the warmth of the sun,
A sweet word from lovers' lips
and the taste of sweat in your mouth
licked off the skin of an exhausted partner. 

I can hear the birds in the trees.

It is the perfume of life
and the stink of reality,
the feeling of exhaustion
and elation at the day's first meal.

It is a poem never spoken
an idea never written down
a gift only for its creator.

for a moment, time stands still
and the poetry of sound
that soars when the mind is free and alone
is the most beautiful expression of all...









And now a time to rest
some quiet to ponder the day
all the new enlightenment
all was good and bad.

I cleanse the inside of my mind
when my eyelids grow heavy
and the sting of encroaching sleep
makes me happy.

There will always be tomorrow
to take another bite
from the rolling mass of time
allotted in my life.


[Cover | Surroundings | Creativity | Darkness | Life | Nature | Love | Peace | Epilogue]


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