ST34 ... I am in another time zone.
One that doesn't exist around here.
Jose came from a dusty past
as everything, it wouldn't lastÂ
now things are moving so fast
lures the crave, for that rusted past.
The whole world could fall apart and i wouldn't know it today. I am in another time zone. One that doesn't exist around here. The dreams and nitemares have all but disappeared. There is just this, this here, this road, this way, this view from across this universe, eons of destruction, construction, distortion, diffusion and a me here watching, thinking, pondering, letting go, letting in, following the thoughts to words across this open crevice in a head.
Down the narrow streets of this world, the condition is not obvious to most. The streams are full of toxins, pets mimicking owners, foods from the lab, blues too blue for the blues; it's all mixed up, the peace train is heading for the war. The legacy of the royals are hanging on with little notice by the gamers.
There is not much going on from here. It's a constant battle to stay awake. The clear skies are covered with wires, streams of trails blending into the minds. A cool chick in black and white on a shiny red scooter slips by. Horizons are meeting at a conference for the betterment of world control, a big man with a big dog strolls by on the avenue, the fumes of javex bites my nose from the cafe where my coffee sits.
I'm leaving on the next bus i tell myself but i stay and words trample over my dreams like a day in dust. I would love to fit into some category so i could relax in the crowd but it seems the day is too early for that and the mighty storm is performing a secret performance across the way. Loneliness is the gift of solitude, it comes and goes like a breeze from the sea, long and enduring, almost invisible within the beauty along the shore.
I remember my family, friends, strange acquaintances and lovers along the coast. Some with tender thought and warm air, winds of betrayal, differences of nonsense and with love beneath it all. I should be out walking, along the waters somewhere, thru forests of mystery, in dreams of canyon ways, in the winds of change, somewhere. I sit here writing and sometimes i realize i have no clue why, for who, for what, what purpose worthy, when will i stop this exercise of meaning. I know there is none, but still, i create. Most of the meanings along the road are of no sustenance………for me. As long as they hurt with a minimum, then "go for it", i say. Create beauty with food, shelter, art and dreams of natural design. Live life as if it was precious and a gift to flow and surrender within the sacred intelligence of the greatest mystery. Freedom is entangled in noice without the beauty of truth, love seeing silence, lest - chaos will endure.
Tony, the guy with the big truck, he's aware, like some trenched out war veteran with his backwards hat and his dreams of more. Sara takes it all in, she's sorry the challenge ended so soon, just when she was becoming rich from looking so pretty the glue, all came undone. They're both representatives on the today show on the west side of the market, they're trying to make a comeback but the disease is creeping in, cells are dying suddenly for no reason, doctors charging a foot and a heart. Bankruptcy, down sizing, skid row, it's all in the future plans.
My mind is falling off the edge. The sacred ceremonies are running slow. The streets are turning dark. Time is shifting its pace. The end is just beginning. I see the love for humanity is warping itself around some electro magnetic cloud induced healing just waiting for a grid. It's anybody's guess just how far this will all go before it explodes and disintegrates back into the natural, that mysterious space where it all seems to appear so pure.Â
Has there been enough coincidences to 'take what you have gathered from coincidence' B Dylan from 'It's all Over Now Baby Blue'…way back in the mid sixties. Is the world really controlled and directed into a future by a few blood-line families? Is that really possible? How could that direct the behaviour of the guy down at the local chain store? How does that work? Is there really a global cabal cult? Does every boss have a boss?……… a few questions you might want answered as best as one can. Your life might depend on it! The life of humanity as we know it may be altered forever, undesirably, if we fail to react as humans(with a heart)! When does theory become fact for the conspiracy researcher? The answer is in my new book, which you can purchase, here……..kidding.
Tina, my friend, told me to mend the holes and fix things up. "It's hard to find someone that fits well, keep what's precious" she said. I'm taking that advice to heart and letting that light penetrate my love. Tina's much younger but has a spirit that aligns my innerness. New and true, friends are hard to find these days. I'm very grateful for her energy that she emanates my way. Things don't last, be true.
I could be anywhere. I am. The streets are filled with dreams, disease, love and anger. People caught in the cross fire between nations while the empire holds on to their hidden deep state fortress. Waking up will crush the walls. This is their biggest fear. They have all the power, wealth to keep the illusion of nations on their knees.
Off this train the countryside is in its utmost beauty. The way nature braids love and beauty together is overwhelming, perfect, unbelievable, as sacred as sacred is with infinite reflections streaming thru this open mind in ecstasy. The wild breeze weaving itself around the grasses, the daisies, daffodils, my brown eyed susan, the hues of greens, the blending of life, the caring of love, the senses as one caresses my being beyond description. I am in love with life.
Memories of ones gone by streams thru the heart of my open mind like a tender kiss. Tears of sheer beauty embraces every spec of existence. On the high hills the beauty of silence folds over the waves of distance like a trance. The years are endless, unimportant, the spirit of man is but a falling cliff on a slope of the greatest mountain. The minds of fear and concepts, beauty and love fade into the atmospheric mist. The few moments of the perfect love encompasses my eternal dream and i am swimming free in her forever.
I am a romantic. I love love. I love being in love, with the delicate taste of her wild flower, the mystery in her eyes, the touch of her love. How could we mistaken the human heart for the confines of reason!
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Beautiful and thought provoking Patrick!