cowritten withChris P Schubert in the Dark Poetry Soceity at midnight one night
I'm heading to bed but I wanna write words with you on the curb of the side of my walk through the wood would you use used soul soup a scoop like chicken soup but all our souls in an bowl eternal soul solidifying in my hole-black hole swallowing all massive massteroid traveling through space and time a comet or asteroid water and rocks through time socks without a watch or clock good night tick tock
as the clock strikes times im too drained of my energy but fine, as we find slumbering minds let rest coincide and rem reaches the interplanetary signs of constellations down to the subatomic covalent bonds i skip a rock across the ponds of space and matter yes we will do this sooner than the later i had your number i woulda called ya, but i’m glad to have stalled ya long enough to indulge ya, so good nite and we gonna write til the stars they fall to earth and falter...
crash boom bang starshine on the earthly plane. airplane until on earth remain, broken pieces of star crown frame fragmented rays from the sun that shines in your heart in mine in memory of what once was and now isn't but always is on some timeline cant go back in time to a place when divine soul atman was seen by purusha consciousness kween zooming out asking who is watching from her throne like she knew i was talking in my head making stories thoughts and thought machine my brain is and was and she can catch me in thought because she sees from her spot where she sits with no thought no judgement she has because she isn't a being but what watches and seeing us all in our beings and we can believe in what is reality when we tap into senses like seeing and feeling and i feel so weird but I know that i am
i am on that train of thought that can be sold but never taught i bought a brick or two and threw it though the window pane and gained too much pain i saw my self in cracked glass and had to ask was this real i could not feel a memory frozen but never revealed until the starry night i loosened grips upon that knife that i had firmly against my wrist this is no intent to threat but a silhouette of past regret i meant to meet you long ago before when i could not would not did not know you caught my flow before i ever laid it down now my universe is filled to loud colors blast as asteroids laugh and dance a million miles a day, thanks for friending me in such an unconventional way!
exploding through the verses like rivers of blood through your veins keep them flowing there inside remain not cut or hurt just pain inside the mind refrain from acting on the pain in vain in the ways our friends have left us from this plane. they needed to but we need to stay in place this is cohabited space of words for sharing grace. the words to paint smiles on the face and release the pain the verses curses you can let them out here have no fear because writing friends are here super hero in a clear cape you cannot see it but it does drape over our shoulders we fly together the sky our page the pen our sage we know wisdom in ink and our sorrow can sink the the bottom and brink when we let it out not in release the grip aparigraha just flip
i take a sip and laugh here cheers to that! i can look back and say i agree i have lost friends to the mirth and some still lost and roam the dirt the streets of earth they purged my nerves i scorched the bridge i hung out on the ledge until new ones carried me. and now you see the grace and goodness in my gift, i rift you row we raft to chat and flow down the river rapidly adapting we wrote this in half time speed let our pens agree we must do lunch or grab some cyber coffee, call me! hasta la v! hasta luego i go like mario in my cart to home knowing your screen does glow in the world i know you are there to sow seeds of writing needs that can grow indeed if we please and squeeze them out rather than not release when they stay a seed they can't grow water them with word friends in the soil of love laughter and truth traveling through toughest times with word ryhmes and raging through race wars made up my political bastards that take over our monitors but we focus alas we can know black lives matter and carry that with us and focus on distancing ourselves from that chatter socially distance but emotionally close closing the schism between them and us. we can reach out to be one and one we all are. don't let anyone fool you we come from the same cup. scoop up the soul soup if you want to drink up your friends live inside there and so do your frenemies but if you don't swallow them all equally you actually hate yourself don't you see? so friendship is truly universal you are me and we are all the umbrella protecting the earth from the rain of the dirth and instead making a rainbow of colors that we show all races and genders and frienders are welcome welcome in welcome in we begin again
again we begin again to welcome these watering holes in our souls i found a hole colony below contending with collapsing i am adapting let the record show that i know no bounds this teacher and nonbeliever knows no bounce and jumps up and down to the phrase wired or weird i could never spell check my meanings i am teething my poetry is bleeding sometimes healing never concealing true colors of rainbows holding doors cellar ones of course come thru the basement where the bass went like a good friend come and check in for the weekend i am glad we made acquaintances thru these matrixes hate just is another word for unfriendly how the smiles turn enemies nemesis into kinesis holy mother jumping jesus
cellar concealer beneath earth not feeler hiding away from the A bomb conniver little ugly liar they said we aren't safe on this place but they liars they lizzards we word wizzards we make safety space in the place our face facing gracious space opening up this place to everyone. one. another one. another bites the dust its done. we go back to dust. we go back to earth. the earth spins round. in the milky way dust. the sky is a cemetery of lights that once glowwed. gasious masses of now defunct energy centers we can see their grave stones but they seem alive to us like ancestors. we can connect with the past to see harmony was after the blast but the violence of our beginning the big bang brought up back to the reality so perhaps banging and bombing was the way of being in the boyant water we can rise above the waves caused by the ruckjus of explosions when we hold each other up
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