in the mood of the moment
stars falling out of sight
worlds crumbling and galaxies being born
time shaping form and me
here sitting amidst the noice and this cafe
how could this exist
all the formulations of this abstract
thought, down the tubes of space
how could any entity conclude anything
from these heaps of light separating
jessy there sitting on the other side of the room
amersed in his world and people all surrounding
with their conclusions hidden in pockets
holes emptying into damp air
jewels and measuring tools
bonding it all together like a knife
a lone crow wanders around a curb
looking for a piece of anything
homeless by the obsolete tracks
drink coffee and shoot slow dope
the earth is folding beneath itself
angels behind a veil
i with my dreams dead
watching
I am going today, i could have gone yesterday but it was more than i could do. The train lines have been crushed by the weight of it all, the space program has gone within, the leaders are expanding their brains with nano-metals and silk. Love is coming thru the opposites in a storm of electromagnetic dimensions in an instance. The silence is unbearable and the future is dying along the ditch of hope, belief is barely standing, in these fields of wild fragrance and petals of love.
I am on my way out. I have a meeting with a gypsy goddess from the land between worlds and saints. She said she would save me, give me life beyond myself. Her magnetic eyes, her slender tone, her captivating beauty, her magnolia blooms are all that i can see. In this time with ecstasy and her i am alive once again to be a man of me. She has taken my heart and tore out my visions with her touch. She is the illusion of destruction, the woman of my dreams, the edge of love. I am leaving soon, i have promised. I will keep my word, my silence is my proof.
A simple coffee
WeyWord Times / All Writing and Images by Patrick Wey
Hang Me Up Somewhere…. Images
If you have found yourself down here amongst the worthy, the read, then you have been chosen to spread this energy. I can’t continue to work for nothing alone. This page will disappear in time without more love. That is just the way the world turns. Only nothing is for nothing. This is my life as simple as it has become. The price of time has shot up and i’m right in the midst of it all. Thanks for hearing my call….. caw caw caww
Well you know my connection with Crows I love reading your writings seems so good for my soul... stay well friend
Love the crow image, I love crows. You have some very interesting images. Your writing has a lot of energy, holds a lot, I always have to read it a few times to let it sink in and mulch in my mind, sets all kinds of images and ideas going. This experience certainly challenges and I find much comfort in others who creatively explore and express this strangeness.