Time and Time Again

Falling from the sky to the ground they are black and dark violet, midnight against white. No more dancing but sinking slowly, drowning. No anxious stretching but refrained, lost, sinking, ending in separation rather than unity. Do some remain between worlds? All headed in different directions. Will the light fill up with the dark? Upside down , always looking upside down, seeing it all from another angle. That ominous "other" , the unknown fears. Fears which hold us in place. But a new world is ours to reign. Our instincts need not apply in these concrete jungles. So new instincts develop. Desensitized but aware. Fading out to black.

Black rises up without flow, resisting the fall. How could we know from the fallen ground would rise red, the color of love? Dancing vibrant. Or that sorrow would fall from the sky, that blue streaming rain. And as sorrow touched love, royalty was bred into humanity. A deep vivid rainbow, just a dance of colors after all.

The trees bend oddly, as if the aches are bending me out of time, taking my breath here and again , toying with my life. All the little souls just swimming to the mother, the place of the ultimate unity. Existence is the explosion of color. Morphing , growing and being swallowed up again , a never ending never beginning cycle.

Fuzzy honeybee. Tragedy strikes as we take all they built from them time and time again. She made me remember a time when everything was simply a moment. It had been so long. Facets, fragments, moments. Separation, disbelief, paranoia subject to distress and misuse, malfunction of the brain. Atmosphere trying to tell you though you find yourself drifting off to outer-space time and time again. Blue flight heady and just be absent if you can control the smoke rising in your bones. He spoke like midnight brushing against the legs of wisdom. Freedom in a cats fur coat, triumph on the scruffy mange lost habit formed forgotten hats of drunken Tailors. Mama bird spat the unwanted duckling to the ceiling of her holding cell.

Festering yet again. In my mouth and in my heart. Making me sick to my stomach. But I remember that day, I remember many, passing slowly, gracefully , like molasses in a saltwater sky. Just words now, no lyrics to open the senses. They fall on deaf ears. Pulling shades over your throat and blinding it to the world while your eyes cry, screaming silently. How strangely beautiful is this barbie doll figure. So damaged on the inside she damaged the outside. Imagery. Everywhere. Took you so far, fast to Mars and forgetting love. In the footsteps of defeat. I don't know whose scars you wear, I only know the frame. I don't even know my own scars. How could I know yours? Ruptured time and time again into a timeless fashion. Dizzy in the brain yet again. Still hoping for the magic link and key. People only know what you want them to. We all know it's true. And the wind it blows so hard. Will we make it out alive? Beyond the rumble of some distant hurricane. That fairy-tale romanticism.