I am not a vector I am Right Now
I am not going there,
I am Everywhere I am
How?
Right Here
There is no where to go where I haven’t been
Only places to explore again?
I am the Setting and I am the Sculptor
I am the Prince and I am the Pauper
I am you I am me
I am sadness I am glee
The Most Complex and the Simplest form
I am whole I am torn
This could go on for an eon or two
I am old and I am new

symbiosis is beautiful
the very idea of a living organism thriving because of the providence of another is all at once baffling and magnificent
the unconditional love Mother Earth must feel for us humans
she allows us not only to live, to thrive on her soil
but to turn into ruin the once majestic
she has no qualms, only she prays that one day we will have derived knowledge from her horrendous suffering
all she knows to give
to give to give to give
only until we cannot take any further
be it because we are buried within her, spread upon her
or because, simply, she will have nothing left to provide
learn from her what she cannot say
for she has no mouth to speak
no eyes to convey
no hands to gesture
all she has - everything she is
until the day of her last breath
until the day the sun swallows her whole
you can have her entirety
eventually
all she will be
all you will be
all all will be
is dust

all
darkness
time
depth
energy
mind
ego
fear
creation
art
light
t­wo
separation
hate
loneliness
desperation
matter
death
pride
dest­ruction
sound
words
communication
understanding
acceptance
love
s­pirit
whole

everyone
is always
trying

trying
trying trying trying

trying so hard
they never stop trying

and i wonder

what is it
they are trying to do

what is it
they are hoping to achieve

what is it
they are running from

or
more pertinently
where is it
they are running to

i remember you said you were daedalus, my father
so i was icarus, your son.
i didn't follow you
and it seemed that you had won
i fell and i fell fast
while imprisoned, you stayed
i broke the ******* effortlessly
when i smashed the giant wave
as my lungs filled up with water
you began to miss
the feeling that i gave you
that awful form of bliss

one....
two....
three....

you and i each took a horn of the bull and rode off into the proverbial sunset where angel dust is the reason our eyes are opening back up after the re-
set. set. set. set.
the sun was hanging out with the moon at all times and the dish never ran away with the spoon but they continued to live in the limelight

which was the color purple
and the only frightening thing was that death was all around us
but he was grounded from taking anything that wasn't his to begin with so we played in the mud and rolled in the dirt until our skin was as black as tar and we looked like monsters who didn't know we were

just
the
same

and the fireman called for rain because he was trying to stop the sun from burning out; we didn't mind and we danced in the fallout until our bodies were sore and we were clean again.
when the lightening hit we started to glow and you screamed about how fractions didn't make sense half of the time and i cried that's a third of the battle and you were already a forth of the way there. we split a fifth of whiskey and commented on the price of fingerpaints and letterman jackets

as we sat on the edge of the pier on the edge of the lake the river the sea
i told you i didn't know if you would ever be real to me and that i knew the ride was the journey but the war was being waged and i didn't want to bring you onto the battlefield anymore than you had to be
you sighed and explained to me that each battle must be fought one at a time and we would cross that landbridge once we got there

we sailed off together in a lifeboat on the way to timbuktu while i sang to you softly:
"your shadow follows me all day making sure that i'm okay and we're a million miles away"
you held my hand as my feet dangled in the water
we laughed again.

colors abounding
reds and yellows
your lifeblood
flowing like a river
through your
overworked veins
time is stopped
here but you'll
never live if
you don't open
the gate,
share your glory
if all you've got
left is sorrow
set it free