Cosmic Overtones

stream of Consciousness. Copy write like all my other stuff

Part I: The Rebirth of Possibility

 

Cosmic overtones splinter; the etiology of interstellar inspiration and assorted outburst.

 

It comes in waves on rain soaked streets and narrow alley ways of the mind.

Feeds on the starvation to be.

Free thought and love here and now.

Be what you want to be.

Go out in orgasmic releases of weightlessness and frolic in meadows defined by your reality.

As boundless as infinity

Like gasoline, burning clean and radiating light

Burning fires too bright to sleep at night.

 

I must go back.

 

Back to the trees and dance naked to the rhythm life-beat of the mother.

The humbling rain and dark fertile earth squishing between my toes.

I want to lie in an open field and giggle with the whispering kisses of the playful breeze.

Sing secret symphonies to every new day and mingle with the sea.

I must return to the place of my dreams.

 

Embracing soft, melodic intercourse with the universe.

 

As ageless as you and as boundless as time.

Cant you remember your other lives in other times?

The soft white hues and sweet prickly smell that tickles your nose as you reminisce in kaleidoscopes of accomplished color.

Return and fill your lungs with intoxicating wonder.

Its time to go back.

To the fate and magic within our souls.

Down the paths on which we stumble and collide from time to time under the control of the stars and the turning of the tide.

The most crucial moment, a gift.

 

Exist in the moment.

 

The chaos swirling in uncertainty leading to all possibilities.

Sometimes seductive and alive, wishing time had no hold.

Other times, your alone in puddles.

Just smile as the complexity of the plot grows thick and the sun, the moon, the muse dancing tip toed in silver morning dew tracing the circumference of the glowing coals laughs.

Essence of freedom, source of life.

Copulation and conception, birth, mother, erection.

The moment when the seed of life came out filling her womb.

Another chance for a soul stuck in limbo between here and there.

Man, woman, creation.

Love within the circle of light.

Shared from our blood to our bones under the lightning flash skies, the streams and distant stars pulsing bright from high.

It is all one, a creation or imagination of the goddess.

Just myths in her dream drifting among her irrational seas.

Tranquility between her thighs going back to your origin inside.

I must get back to the possibility.

 

Part II: Complications

 

Emotional gravity pulls under the moon and stars.

Don’t be contained in the narrow walls of the zodiacs mask.

You are everything infinite.

You and you alone decide where the fluid of the motion flows.

Are you free, or just playing a role in someone else’s reality?

 

Just listen to the trees.

The sweet love songs whistling in your ears.

Songs of truth and rebellion spoke in a way that’s only heard if you take a moment to listen with your soul.

Connecting bridges with everything under her sight.

 

But, be aware of the hidden trouble ahead.

Often overlooked in games taken too seriously.

They’ll pull you in other ways, leading to abstract distant planes.

Lost with only yourself  inside, distracted from the universal mind while you sit and count the times.

The listener is the rhyme.

 

The enchantress naked under the moon pool shadows in the night.

Welcomes you to the big picture.

 

The lights grow dim as the center stage is illuminated and the dancers enter the rings of war fire.

They control with illusions of printed distortion arriving straight to your door in mass confusion.

In droves the audience works for a way to pay for the show.

Hypnotized by the superficial glow.

Our spirits silenced, zombie children, machines of modern confusion.

Our spirits silenced, in the webs of commercials, media plagues of disillusion.

 

Our ancient ways are lost.

Under the performers watchful eye of greed.

Blind to the wounds in our mothers flesh as they suck her dark blood to power their steel death machines.

Made stagnant in ignorance of a life that was supposed to be different.

 

Return to your roots of ancestral trance.

Swim within her life-force of flowing fertility as it welcomes you to sweet escape.

Inhale her essence.

 

Raped by concrete, her empathy becoming lost in her throes.

As the scream of the forest echoes in the canyons below.

The war effort pushes on with cultures lost, villages burned and kingdoms won.

Killing without question under the pressure of the capitalist gain and a tyrants gun.

 

Our roots bleeding.

Cancer spreading and seeping.

Through her ancient skin, down to her core.

Taking, and forever wanting more.

A constantly evolving disease until all is silent, weeping.

Our history, a blink of the eye, nothing more.

 

Part III: Confessions and Destinations

 

Ive walked around this life, mostly in sorrow.

Ive lived in fear of how others see me.

Felt rejection and love, was seduced by addiction.

A million things to say without the means of expression.

Ive not cared and cared too much.

Highs and lows on this carnival ride.

Friends betrayed me but I would do the same.

I still cannot forget the past after being reminded every day.

 

Ive caused pain, even death.

Of myself and others.

Carrier of knowledge.

Connoisseur of cancer.

Side by side with the devil himself.

 

Its time to reminisce of love and return to deep incantations of the soul.

Seek out destinies balanced with guidance and break the chains of babylons grasp.

Its all just a moment, but moments sometimes hurt.

Too short or too long.

In the end its all the same.

Forging fables and stories yet to be told.