Probable Magic on Days full of Potential

"2.7.2012."
On Distance, and how we will
skip A patternS stone, to Watch
The ripples of the Buoyant & relative.
On moments, and how they Pass,
by with a, distortionS Glow,
-of, everything we will Never-Know,,
Because SUM, things Exist Regard-less
of our attempts at Measurement,
The Fabric of Space & Time, and
How it fluctuates with our Energies,
Colliding with the Energies,
we Believe to be ENcricling,
a Torus of Expounding FLow,
Love and Fear, of Humans and Earth,
the cosmos, give birth, to,
Lightness & to darkness,
Blackholes eat up information &
display it on their, surface, projecting
it into "empty" space, One
thousand, Light Years Away, a hologram
of Casted light & shadows, to
create a Reality as Binding as the
one, we Inhale&exhale, like we do,
codify,
our findings...
____

February 7, 2012
Rhythm, smacking fragments, refracting,
sweet sweet nothings, for days,
after & so i will wish you three times,
after, chalices switch containments,
*- & somehow, all-ways, ending up,
back at the beginning of the same,
place you find yourself in, time after
Dingos Time, tell us to go, or we wont
we like to Riddle our Lucks like we do,
Our, Pals, some, Ripple AND SO, ME, ROll,
Onward, leaving disaster to reap
within, another, regardless, matter
for the blind and disillusioned,
fancy foreigners allways at bay,
for wholey breaths, we hold long
stares to connect, the fever of a Crow's Kneck,
Slit and gutted for the Crowds
respect, Loose definity that brings
me nowhere near, home or near
the checker patterned mishap of polaroids,
reflecting lights and shadows,
like a day dream caught on a Wire, inbetween
the seams of a projected "2Dimensional Screen,
filled with all the bull
shit & information,
you've discovered over the years
of intertwining,
Lust and carnivorous, decipher-us,
manifestations, of doubt and fear could
be the only thing that landed us,
here from, time & time again,
memory, disappears.
___

Today is February 19, 2012
Time has passed and lessons have been,
Leant, to the spaces in*between these
Intuitive- day dreams, which bring me
about as Much peace, as a Hole
IN my ribbon, and ATleast it is not,
my Heart, so after all it is Gratitude, and not,
destiny or fortitude which fulfills,
the misery of a probable solitude, you will
never have, a fruit, without a, Tree,
This TIme, i will have to Let Go
of Being Alone and the manager in my Mind,
will just have to ChalkTHEtube and leave
me to be Present to what i am offered & Not,
what a You Created, but -for What we Experience,
and -inTurn Release Through,
layers of Dimensional Layers of Expression,
you are NOT alone, this TIME, not
only are the polarities BEside YOU, but INside
and the construct your living is a Metaphor,
whether your dreaming,
begins or ends with or with out
your bones aligning
and if EYE could promise you One thing,
it would be a Light at the End of
your tunnel of
Spinning Energy,
turns to lightNess
when you allow your soul to Blossom
into the Magic of what Might IS,
and how your most likely exactly where,
you ought'A be, Truss PLUS Truss
equals a. whole. big. Universe.

...sometimes, i wake up,
and i don't think ALL.
(others).
___

2/20/2012
Coughing to Release,
Neurosis to Complete,
the bullshit of you
meshed with the bullshit of Me,
Somethings are worth repeating,
while others are better,
left, for the dogs to Retrieve,
like the Bones we synchronize
into motion, because our Homes,
are still far away from
the Notion that we are aLL,
playing some sort of Game,
here. Whether we Like It or Not,
The Rules are there, like
the Windows on Our Walls and the
rocks at the bottom of the River,
Know one thing too well, and that is the Swell,
of the Tides, Carried, by the passion of Minds,
stories turned in Lives,
the mis&hap, of a Metaphor
that saves us from the finish
Line, and instead we wind Up,
back at the beginning,
a breaths away from the end.
______
2.20.2012
i shall not get used to It.
I shall not forget, everythings
fluctuating Way of Ultimatums Decays
But Regardless, sometimes, i Wake up,
to Blue Sky, Which usually
Creates a Returned Glimmer In my Eye,
and yet someHow the Power of Mind
can rip Holes and Leap Through
Windows of Time,
One thing we are Not Limited to is Ways,
and how they're endless,
Destiny and a secret we know ALL,
to,well, to tell, about the hopping,
from maps to Shells, being Large and
shrinking unto the Resolution that the
World/Show
Must Go, On.
- and SomeHow we Allways arrive,
back to what we Know.