UNIVERSAL OASIS: NO LONGER THE DANCING MIRAGE
WITHOUT A DOUBT
The glimpse of moment
A funny show of funniness
Not a sound
A sound is near
That only speaks eternal thunder
The dance of feathery glee
A PARADISE THEME MY FRIEND?
THE TIDE RUSHES PROJECTING GOLDEN PINK MOON
LAUGHING TO SWIM
THERES A SWINGING OASIS HERE IN THE HEART
YOU WAKE UP TODAY
FINDING YOUR INNER STRENGTH AS SMALL AS AN ANT
YOU DISCOVER THE FLAME ALONG THE BROKEN PATH
MOSS COVERS THE GROUND AT YOUR FEET
A THICK CARPET TO DANCE ACROSS
A BIRD ECHOES
TREES LAUGH AND SWAY TO THE ETERNAL CYCLE OF
LIBERTY ISLAND BLISS
BY DAESHA ROSE
It was a never before.
New visions that have been envisioned by many.
The computing birds of wetland stalks' click clack clatter away into the expanding day.
The light shines bright on a gray canvas
Gray matter thinking a little too much
The beauty sleeps
She wakes today
Miracles wrapped in cloudy cushions
Citrus minds flood
Running away from HOME
Always knowing the way
But we do not venture today
Mind a brick wall
To tall to climb
An unsteady wave of possibilities
Creeping in with unknown strength & invisible motion
You wonder if you're "crazy" in a societal sense
You walked the trail of wonder
The trail of madness
Expecting rain, but it never came
Existing in bliss
Flowing through a spiral
And sinking below
The crazy one repeats in LINE
Children of the future
Hear the words
Believing it all
The words slip sideways
Disappearing down a deep dewy trail
The crazy loon ate the alphabet
Lost symbols leave thick thoughts in a daze
A New World is built
Upon the ruins of the conventional wisdom's
These bones that move me along the labrinyth of ABSOLUTE TRUTH
body in Mars
flame somewhere on the dark side of the moon
Not my eyes
The bones' eyes
And where was I a few moments ago?
Now that time slips into distorted motion
Where am I?
A bold dreamy package
Holding the keys to the cage
The melodious soul stirs
Flapping velvet violet feathers
A BIRD LANDS SWIFTLY UPON LOTUS FEET
ANOTHER BOX FALLS
REVEALING A TURQUOISE KEY
WOMEN FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE RIVER
CARRY ON BUTTERFLY
BIRTH STRUCK BY NEMESIS
EMBRACE THE SCENE
DOWN TO ITS MURKY CORE
RUMBLINGS ECHO THROUGH success
MISCALCULATIONS AROUND THE WORLD,
AROUND THE CORNER,
AROUND THE HOUSE
Feeling so much.
The flames saunter
Rushing visions of fading velvet
Into this world of anything and everything you'd want it to be
"you should come out here"
I should go in there
There is a place
Where an object is space
Embedded deep within
THE Security OF THE ILLUSORY TIME
I see the faint flicker of footsteps far behind
Tapping into the rhythm of the night
Soft whistling of the gas lantern
The red lights
Tigers in fire
The stars aimlessly drop to my toes
Deep distance echoes
Nature is seen
Touched by a wave
A candy coated glaze of laughter
Laughing in the rain
Laughing like tomorrow will never come
Whispers and wisdom upon my lips
Beyond the space
And it's inside
Pushing and pulling me into these somber attractions
And it's a big fuckin joke!
It doesn't matter what time they say it is
Or even what time it should be
Discovering the flame.
The burdens of cost.
A whimpering tale of woe and misery.
And I laugh
Hostility always fades
And I smile
We share a meaningless moment.
My feet are they glistening?
Are they burning your tears 'til you can no longer
Keep your mouth shut?
Darker over here
Or darker under the light?
Pleasing rushes of exhilaration
Wrapped in a mystery
A haze drips into my blood
The leaves fall
The crackle and disarray of what's to be
What's supposed to be
And what will ever be
And I know
Chattering on in the night
Insanity just for the sake of camping
Smiles and sore jaws
Why have we been laughing for hours?
And that is just plain comedy!
Swimming in euphoric bliss
And these pages belong to the ink
And I think with an unlit stick dangling from my lips
FEEL THE EARTH
AGAINST THE MAIDENS FLESH
DANCING THROUGH THE AIR
A RIPPLE OF PURPLE BALANCE
STICKY MARSHMALLOW HAIR
Writing is a waste of my time
That seems so flexible
If I can tell
Just what happens when I dream utopian dreams
THE DEATH TRAPS ZOOM ON BY
A power that is me.
And what's to say
When anything is something
And something is everything
AND EVERYTHING IS NOTHING
Visions of something else.
It should be grass
Because it's coming up from the ground
THE MOUNTAIN MEN TRAMP UP THE HILL IN THE EARLY MORNING
LATE NIGHT HAZE
WHISPERING WORDS OF WISDOMS AND CHOPPING DOWN TREES WITH AXES
SHE IS ENTERING INTO AN UNKNOWN
AND WHERE HAS SHE BEEN?
She enters our world
How did you get her shoes on?
3 sizes two small and on the wrong feet
ya don't say!
she might be crazy today!
my mind is a poem
but these words aren't poetry
only a taste of momentary reality
A VERY BLAND TASTE OF THE ONE TASTE
AND WHAT TIME IS IT
THE WORLD WONDERS?
NO CLOCKS HERE
THE PURPLE RABBIT IS NEVER LATE
BACK INTO THE CAVE
THE WORLD IS MY LIGHT
I TURN ON TO WRITE
AND WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING IN HER CAVE?
NOT A WORD
NOT A NOTION
NOT A SLEEPY POTION FOR ME
AND FOR A MOMENT
IF YOU CAN
How we must look
How we must sound in the eyes of normalcy,
Not the drug induced youths' biting at the countryside
And none of this is crazy
Just suppressed visions of another landscape
A RAGING SEA OF BLISS FOR ME
So it's time for the vacation to end
Siting by the fire
5 hours supposedly go by
Running through the woods
Not knowing the way
And how could the babies not be awake
Laughter and craze apparently woke them up
Another blank page
A darkened frost
A thick psychedelic glaze
"I'm going to sleep"
And we all must sleep at this time, because the whole world want's us to be asleep, too
Leave the expectations on the floor
A meaningless void of who cares &
Will I feel the shackles when others are around?
And the possibility of it all being real
But being real or not is an undefined value
And I know I must captivate
Conquer a raging sea of fishes
And I think to stop all this nonsense
Safe and sound within a tent
Hilarious ideas of what today is
All day to live
So why sleep?
Sleep only a word
Only an idea
Darkness without a light
The world is asleep
So how should I write?
Writing is physical
Represent a whole and the whole is what I am NOT CONVEYING
To accurately portray the events of history
Recording each and every war waged upon the twin souls of a countless desire
Somewhere not here
A gun blows
Maybe a canon
Kiss the sky
Wrapped around the mist of life
A column of perfection
The peak rises
I sit shivering looking off the ledge
Fostering these thoughts perceived only as humor to me
But to them it isn't anything they can see
I'm on the edge
which level should I stand
And which level should I fall?
Just a toothy grin to convey, precisely, what it means to share this stolen moment of a kiss
Burning candles whisper
Impressions of dusty fingers stay behind
Leaving a trail
The candles blow silent
The whisper is a joke
Is always over your head
THE CREATOR CREATES CREATOR BECAUSE THERE IS ONLY ONE SPRING
ONE SOURCE OF DIVINE ABUNDANCE
KNOWN AS YOU AND ME
CREATES FOR THE SAKE OF CREATING
A UNIVERSE OF THERE OWN MINISCULE MIND
OR SO IT SEEMS
YOU ARE GOD
THE EYE IN THE STORM
THE EYE OF THE TREE
YOU ARE THE GODDESS IN SWEATPANTS AND HOLE-Y SHIRTS
SYNTHESIZE THE DYNAMIC void
RE- INTEGRATE CREATION AND CREATOR FOR THE ONE
United as always the scene is the seer
The seer is the scene
ONE single creation of infinite diversity
Infinite organic experience
And this is to be and to not be