just words...

Words
Written and unseen, spoken and unheard
The flimsy nature of cardboard and paste
How easily things are thrown away
How garbage becomes a home
Cycle of rebirth and resurrection
Recycling words

Stories of kings and queens
In far off lands

Epic battles
Of blood and courage
Heroes and saviors

Becoming one with the sky
A seamless cloud
Floating precipitation
Weightless and dense
Mist and foam

Things easily built
Folded paper airplanes

Fragility of life
Flimsy nature of cardboard and paste
How easily it can crumble

Intensity of thought
Journey of the mind through time and space
Transperancy and opactity
Depth and emotion
Transcending, transformational, and transporting
Effortlessness of dreams
Expanse and resonation of music
Unending lyrics
Repetitive chorus
Respectful and repentive
Harsh and raw
Pure adrenaline
Chanelled passion
Things that stick
Things that stay
Density
Reality
Form and depth
Perception of the unchanged
“My place is placeless
a trace of the traceless.
Neither body or soul.”

Attatchment to the horizon
Endless expansion
Proverbial suburb
Nameless doors
Concrete
Harsh, sharp
Flat, solid
Density
Grey
Heat
Sticky
Confinement
Boundaries
Claustrophobic
Break free

Jump

Into the air
Reach

Fly

Feel the air
Feel the space
Feel the wind

Time and space cease to exist
Nothing exists
But you

And the wind
And the mist
And the air

Breathe
Breathe it in
Fill your lungs with air
Fill it with the sky
And the clouds
And the moon
Breathe in the stars
Breathe out rain
Become one
With the sky
With the air

I am a star

I am the moon
I am the sun
I am the clouds
I am AIR


I am nothing

I transcend nothing
I feel nothing

“My place is placeless

a trace of the traceless.

Neither body or soul.”

Of poetry and lyrics
Nothing exists
In this state of mind
Endless ceasing
Evolution of sensation

Words on a page

Human emotion
To feel
To fall
To jump

To be

The heart
The mind
The soul
To feel a heart beat
To feel Your heart beat
To be alive

To feel
Head spinning
Heart spinning
Blood rushing through your veins
To feel alive
To feel emotion

Senseless
Experience-less

What Sticks

Permanence
Fragility
The delicateness

Of cardboard and paste

Of Paper and Glue
Folded planes
Folded houses
Carefully constructed empires

Water melts
Water dissolves
Fire heats
Fire burns

The beginning of time
And the end of time
Are separated by a single
Dash

My place is placeless
to trace the traceless
Neither body or soul
Nor mind or spirit

Time exists

Life is
Too short to last
What is fragility
What sticks
What is cardboard and glue

Words on a page

My place is placeless
a trace of the traceless.
Neither body or soul.