Mainstream
10/22/07
What a unique experience it is
To live as we live
The resources at hand
The ability to unfold
What lies in store
Hidden in the fabric
Bring it to the front
The vision
And the bind
The unforgiving change
The slight chill
Old owl pacing
Along the old oak branch
Watching
Mice squeak as they scurry
The carpet of our dreams
Palpable
Redundant excursion
Radiant fountain
Followed perception
Painted trampoline emotions
Carpet of our schemes
Intangible
She relies on hope
To shield her day
She unwraps her sorrows
Like a gift
Unsurpassed momentum
Like the pendulum
The sum
The total
Simple demise of paradigm
Shaping vision
Dispersing wisdom
Collecting divine diversion
I’m a rolled oat
Boiling
I’m a fresh laid egg
Spoiling
Break my shell
And eat my yellow heart
The unmistakable mold
Tethered to my grasp
Slips
Lips
Uncontrolled sensation
Undulating base motion
Make it up
Take it down
Make it down
Take it up
The pendulum spirals
Eternal bark of bare oak forest
Sunshine lifts up to the sea
Watch it
See the ripples fracture
Culminating
Drop
Then fading
Face the change
The change is hastening
Wake to day dream
Fake life waiting
Under sky
And over river
Watch the birds
No hesitating
Making nests
And eating worms
And catching spiders
As they weave
The times are changing
Are you hesitating?
Bully no one
Fully yes two
Take it six steps behind
Watch the string
As it braids itself together
See the strands
Of contemplation
Weaving as the spider
Ready to explore
Steady we ignore
The face of stealth
The back of wealth
The underwater glory
Brace yourself
Face your health
Break your patterns wisely
Find a place
And beautify your mind
The butter on my bread
Is a worm
Incased in crumbs
Waiting in its transformation
Bite by bite
The flight is taken
Indigestion
Body breaking
Making way for something sacred
The butter on my bread
Flies through me
Into essential pond of joy
Captivating stillness
Reflections bubble
Popping
She resonates within me
My higher vision
Clouding daily
My heart rises
To the occasion
Lucid illness
Forming orbs of tension
Melting
Washing down the engine
Oiling gears
The shaft of my style
Spinning
Acting as a moving agent
Wheels of mainstream
Rolling downstream
Floating
Only to sink
The depth
The base
The bottom
I’ve come to discover illness
In this barren stillness
Still the wheels of mainstream
Roll on their course
Downstream