Mining the Mind

To: today

Fri, 7 Nov 2003 02:38:26 GMT

Blending the Medley

A top performer.
More than meets the eye.
Psychic Transformer.
Optimus Spry.

Frequency modulator.
Epiphic moderator.

Spinning the top.
Setting the bottom.
Painting the stop.
Fall into Autumn.

Ohm, so you hear
A female dear.
J, a drop of
Golden son.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Make-shift alarm clock.
Now here can you run.
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Note to Self

Thu, 6 Nov 2003 04:01:49 GMT

I am trapped fire
Self-contained
Unleashing myself upon you

I am an enigma
Scatter-brained
Oh what am I gonna do?

I see the light
In, out, in, out
A mission to misconstrue

Smoke is a'rising
Staring woodenly at logs
I breathe the whispers true

Aiyee! Wake UP!
If you steeped in sheets
Use your head to clean off your shoe more >

The Soldier

Wed, 5 Nov 2003 02:43:01 GMT

I don't know what inspired me to write this poem all of a sudden. It is about a friend I once had. He returned to London after a few years of active service in the U.S. military. I saw him again about two months ago, for the first time in over a year. I lost him. I don't know if he'll find himself.
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Meditating

Sun, 26 Oct 2003 05:39:43 GMT

I was named Godfather to Benjamin Behrens Maurice Nault on Thursday, October 23, 2003. I am slightly overwhelmed; completely at a loss for words to express everything I am feeling. I can only try. I am struggling to grasp an entire array on new ideas and thoughts while plunging my being into an old perspective of innocence. Who am I? I am lost. I am not confident in who I am or I wouldn't be aware of my faults. Of course, this leads into an opening as to what I can do to change. However, I am so unsure of how to employ myself in this world to manage my debts and be clear of the past. Sometimes the things I say may SOUND intelligent, but I assure you, I have an outer dullard who is numb to this reality. But then, moments of clarity, shortly burning away as my awareness connects with something greater...

In Case of Emergency, Remember 911

Tue, 14 Oct 2003 02:17:37 GMT

A Universe divided.
Two sides to hijacked planes.
With three dimensions of the wreckage
To tribute the insane.

Borne forth, it's time that you return,
Embracing all your senses.
I've got five upon the sixes,
Erasing the dementia.

Both our twins died on the pyre,
Where the blinded raging crashes;
And set the unaware on fire,
Moving forward from the ashes.

Wake up! Arise! Realize!
The moment is the season.
Sit your ego in the back seat now,
While I speak to your reason.

The past encroaches on us now,
Let's reclaim our innocence.
Guilt is cleansed by love of life,
Let the lies lay in past tense.

Made captive once within a word.
An idea inside a frame.
Yet freedom dwells throughout the core,
Where we are all the same.

Are you aware of what you are?
Or wonder who am I?
Whose eyes do you drink in the flames through
The bitter tears you cry?

I transcend ideas of nothing,
Stripped bare without a form.
Where all once was unified,
We ride the eye of the storm.

We're all in the well with the dreamer,
Drawing up identity.
I share with you these thoughts of mine,
While focus here is lent to me.

Our purpose here is to create,
Joy empowers what she sells.
Ever since time here began,
Hatching shells inside of shells.

Existence does in fact exist,
In the presence of the now.
As always, so it ever will.
The question though is how?

If you wish to see the heavens,
Just take this little pill.
Luck will always turn up sevens,
Once we've journeyed up the hill.

No one else can rescue you.
Or save you from your cell.
But those who care may help you there.
Our sharing transforms hell.

Please do not go back to sleep,
Before you fully wake.
Eternal promises to keep.
The future is at stake.

Gaze

Wed, 1 Oct 2003 19:36:49 GMT

The hidden watcher's eyes appear....

The Exchange

Tue, 30 Sep 2003 15:46:59 GMT

In the twilight hour,
The sun fell in love with the earth.
A new day followed in their wake.

A Candle on the Rocks

Mon, 29 Sep 2003 14:29:35 GMT

Profit

If I could sell my thoughts,
To your understanding,
I'd will to build you a bridge.
If I could sell my vision,
To your awareness,
I'd will to light up the dark.
If I could sell my sense,
To your reason,
I'd will that all was made clear.
If I could sell my love,
To your heart,
I'd will that you suffer no more.
If I could sell you anything at all,
I'd sell you my self,
And hope that you would care. more >

Centering The Eye

Mon, 29 Sep 2003 01:06:10 GMT

Real Eyes

I have real eyes
Dimension I see
Upon the planes
In time.

Real eyes
My senses see
Aware on the planes
My reason.

Real eyes
Beauty I see
Shares dimension with sense
And love.

The Subject

Sun, 28 Sep 2003 17:53:20 GMT

I was attempting to draw something else when I started. Perhaps I will paint it instead.