the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale

the space between stars

fill up with air, and collapse into dust

I walk a sunlit path and breathe with the trees

I look out the window and see the world as an illusion

dreamer dreaming on the inside, she shifts like the wind

but its all fog outside

layered with mist and murky 

evolving in a deceiving world

she walks to the edge of the earth

and jumps 

the universe catches her below

soaked in the stars and moon dust

moving with the celestial mystery of the unknown

more real than the world thats conformed

more free than the ones locked in chains

expand your wings to float in light

come alive, come alive

the heaven you dream of is yours.

and the world will keep spinning

losing its shape, losing its state.

I swim in the depths of imagination 

I paint together and blend the magic of creativity

in my heart space, find your heart space

fearless and rooted

ill fly by, to remind you of the magic within the sky

possibilities that swirl around but you’re blind to let go and surrender 

surrender your mind, surrender the fight

you battle yourself, so you can’t take flight

just one more breath and you’ll be free

to the air that holds space within the trees

to the waves that crash with the ocean breeze

and when you wake up

dont forget to shine

a new world that awaits

and exists without time.

***

Morning Hues

I've heard you've lost
Your head in the clouds.

I heard you cannot speak
Out loud.

I heard you fell
From outer space.

I heard the Earth
Quiver and shake.

But if I were sent
To the edge of this world
I'd just dive off
And never swim back..

A Wounded Landscape

There's a crack in the cliff I've been sleeping in.

The darkness pulled together,
Magnetic and synthetic.

But if the earth can tear apart
Just enough for me to fall in.

It will tear apart again.
Let me out.

Breathe. Ascend.

Adrenaline Rush

The world collapsed in space.
Became it's own Universe.

We travel endlessly in spiralling galaxies.
I believe we need to find Love.

I believe we need to fight.

Like fire to wood, be more than flame to dust.

Expand, without extinguishing.

Share your hand, share your heart.

Feel your pulse.
Breathe.
Deep.

Lucid Under Sunlight

The yellow outside casts shadows,
Each step I take sounds a beat.

I aim to be a plane silently swarming this Earth.

Fate has only given me one shovel,
I'll dig on my own until I begin to descend.
A simple symphony to leave my fossil within the land.

A sweep across the bend, and nothing feels more secure
Than the grip of the wind.

I have tossed the key to the home I have come from.
Empty handed, I walk. I kneel. I seek.

Surpassing the limits of reality,
Like blockages in clotted arteries.

Nature leaves me with new eyes, every time.
I smile and thank the trees for sending shivers down my spine.

The Pennies We Wished Upon

The mountains were waiting,
When their water had evaporated.

Like a silk twister entering the skies.

Invisible and harmless particles whither and combine.

Condensation, candlelight.
Nature lives the cycle we fight.

Circular motions to continue a breathing Earth.
Suffocating fumes of innocence lost long ago..

Beneath the soil, among the trees,
The absolute panoramic liberties.

Dream on violent winds.
Run on paper ground.

Rain runs the crevasses of the mountains that were told,
To end in a fountain of providence where wishes sold.

Morning Blues

Blue
To put the memories in the box.

Blue and white wispy swirls held against the rays.

No matter where you end up lost,
The sky will always look the same.

Unfamiliar place, filled with the same familiar sky.

Lightening bolt snaps vital life,
Shivering thunder to move the ground beneath this shelter.

But I have slept through it all,
Now, I hear nothing but the rain..

Star Wanderer

Extra terrestrial
I am star seeds planted gold.

The explanation for why this doesn't feel
Like it is home.

Memories caught on video tape, we laugh, replay and love.

Detached and alienated to understanding how we're all living.
Remaining here with overbearing fatigue and insanity.

Lost in finding the nebula from which I came from.

Too exhausted to create an effort to succeed.
Anything tormented and lonely.

Where to find the last missile.
Light it up,
Ascending to sky, painted clouds and furbished lands.

Gravity is the death of me.

Upside Down

When the sky is overcast,
It whispers to the world.

Soul inflicted pain, must mask the sunlight.

But in the wake of consciousness
Notice, I am the only one peering through the clouds.
Trying to find some starlight.

The moon to point out every night.

And you dont even do a double take at what is above.

I want to belong up there.

Lilium In Lithium

It wrestles, twists.
In spite of it's growth.
From the sprout of it's seed.

Forgetting all it needs.

Rejecting water ricocheting off it's own petals.

Pink, and soft.
White and light.

Streaming through the darkest of earth,
Roots extending below surface.

Wanting to be plucked, and gone.

Lilly droops instead, freckled on the inside, and rare.
Nature to sit by and stare.

But she keeps her head down.
Hoping the world to be erased from her memory.

And wake up in a field of seeded, seamed flowered dreams.
Drying, to a crisp. Quenching. Fighting. Dying, to be pulled out of this ground.
Taken away.

Nothing left but the devoured, shrivelled evidence of existence.

If There Is

If there is such thing as magic,
It hasn't found it's way to Earth yet.

Doesn't mean that it is not real.

Maybe the magic is what awaits us.
Perhaps death.

Shouldn't be frowned upon.
Perhaps.

If there is such thing as magic
It lingers in the sky.

Detached in Imagination

Rolling waves, and staggering seas.
Wind being inhaled and exhaled out of me.
Fire twisting, igniting burning light.

Stars and planets to look up to through the night.

Thoughts in broken pieces and loss of memory or explanation.

All I feel is a pang. A sting. A burn. That continues to pulse through my entire being.

Taken up by beating sorrows captured in my heart.
Unwilling to let go and be released through my brittle veins.

A pen in my hand can't move, a thought in my mind can't breathe.
An eye in the dark cannot see.

Demand to be shot through a forest and lose your way home.
Contained with useful actions and communication.
So you won't have to think or learn
Just how to bear
everything you want ignored.

Im outside of my body, detached from the world.
And I am incapable of giving you an answer to anything of what it is in the world that is certain.
Or what is real.

The whistle of the wind, being wind.
I wish it were a friend.
That could tell me just what I am.

The World We Live In

The world. It's this place we're living in. It's this place we can explore and discover endless possibilities. It's a reminder of all the beauty that surrounds us, even when we aren't noticing. Even when we have forgotten. The beauty here is in everything. All you have to do is look up at the stars. And see that they are shining.