Arson

-Why do you feel this fright?
-It's my only delight.
-Why do you always take flight?
-It's my only delight.

Photographs

I dunno
I dunno what to say
to evoke, to scandalise, marginalise
What to do with these words
Figments of time, bit by bit
Splatter over my sky
These dice are rolled every day
Wayward jogger winding way
The gray haze begins to billow
Makes me turn so mellow
Why, why, why the sky?
I just, I wanna keep my feet on the ground
I wanna vandalise my land
Twist the streets
And not just stare from stand
Ephemeral soul seeks stone to turn

The end

Behind the wheel at first
Then comes the thirst
The burst of orgasm
Still a fathomless chasm
But at the fields of moneyless green
The mind comes to keen
A machine no longer machine

When hell first appears
The sight is too fierce
No roar from within
Yellow and grey
United display is achieved
Tantalising decadence
Opalescence for a soul in need

First a dystopia
All black, all grim, all sin
Famine that ravages
Lonely spirit houses savages
Kaleidoscope eyes
No surprise in the skies
The light comes to utopia

Soular System

The world is at your feet. The problem is that most people say "What, it's just there? For free? What's the catch?" You have to take it as it comes, and enjoying every bit, because if you think about it, THERE'S NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T. Go on a stroll around the orbit of your mind, and stop to admire it, to watch the beautiful blue beneath you, and know that that's where you come from. It takes distance to be able to truly appreciate and understand something, temporal or physical, so in order to know yourself, take a walk outside your spirit.

And just watch.

And in watching, you'll also notice how magnificent the sun is, and you'll bask in the morning light like no one else ever has. Jupiter is also there, but now it's not just a point among endless glowing periods, it's really there. A giant planet, rings slowly spinning, radiating.

Mars, it really is there, is your neighbour. Mostly you look at it, and you know it's supposed  to be there, but you've never quite seen it, never taken a quick tour along the hallways. But the rumours are true, it's red, it's round and it's there.

Finally, you discover there are satellites spinning around, beaming waves down, and feeding the planet with so much information, and it's something we never realize. It's thanks to those that you can even read these words. And they're there, all hundreds or thousands of them.

Then, you come back. And you look to the sky, and you don't see Jupiter or Mars, much less the satellites, and the sun is small and insignificant, but you know they're there, and you have full awareness of their existence.

Perspective is for free. It's there, you can grab it. Tax free. But the rebate is more than you can imagine.

Storm of Insanity

So many thoughts, but not a coherent one
Abstractions of higher being
Lower being
Philosophy for little children
There's no trepassing
Only glancing at the meadows beyond
Feeling the fresh wind of rain
Flesh and only flesh
The jester knocks at the door
The bumblebee soars freely
I spin and I spin and I spin
But my anchor's chains are diamond
Diamond and lead
My mind billows around my being
But impermeable am I
Unliftable am I
Stoic and statue
Under the weight of sanity

Where?

A foot on shore and one in sea
A desire to see
And really feel
The real wind, the real stream
A glimpse of nature's dream
Feel not the leaves against my skin
But against my soul
To truly feel whole
Outside this world of no kin