Another dream

I keep having this theme appear in my dreams. This time was no different. There is this spot in the center of my torso... just below my ribcage. When I inhale deeply, my body begins to float. At first only a few inches. Within moments I feel the natural sensation of floating and can control where I float in the room. Up and down with my breath. I suppose it is like swimming, only much more effortless. This time was in a dark room with 3 friends. The place was covered in red carpets. I was amazing my companions. Getting too excited seemed to inhibit the control I had on flight. Regardless, I was able to drift here and there. I could actually teach them as I went. Soon... I believe they will learn as well. I feel that in my waking life this ability may come in time. For now I drift amongst the dust balls on the ceiling in my sleep only. One of those lonely places that desires our touch.

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Finally broke through. If I can just write this one song the way it wants to be written, then no time has been wasted. Like a ray of sunshine slapping you in the face.

The Serpent

Repent! Now in the face of the snake. The venom is making me cringe, though the bite is far from my muscle and skin. Inside it dwells, releasing the mystic. The DNA coils around my feet. I can feel its slithery little scales cold upon my legs. Up through the colon and into the gut around the spleens and bloody masses inside the cage and cavern. Bubbles in the blackness, upward rising cancers and mites. Coelenterates war with the organs and these fingers dance around in nervous submission. tick tick tick...

The green sea is lapping up on the shore a mere 100 feet from my door. At night the silence is almost unnerving. There is only an echo of nothing to fill the void. I am in awe of the possibilities. Overwhelmed with options. Major or minor? Major or minor... major or minor...

I drove past the spot where I first ingested mush*rooms and heard the voice as well. Redwood highway... coastal range. I stopped at the old piece of wood that was my altar to the sunset. The same spot I heard the clouds split open and reveal the song of my life. Somehow I expected to hear the voice again. Waiting for the waves to accidentally intentionally break some syllables in my ear... nothing happened. I walked around in circles and admired the memories torn from banister. I realized how special these spots are. The places where people carve their names in wood.

I see ravens on this night
Watch them feed on heaven's blood

Transmutation

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A B'othcie Words My Illusion

I tempestuously join you in rapture.
For I am also in awe; the dawn of a new spring.
As the universe rejoices to display for us its part.
My darling, let me love you.

Gimel

The third letter in the name.
May I approach?
And water the world at your feet?
I bury my hands in the dirt
Roots unwind from my palms
And frawns unravel from the coil
My body?
Transmutation.
A servant to the laughter's fate

Creator pour out that juice, the nectar, the tap turn it on!

The Faces of Redemptions

The body of my work needs more extremities.
It may need another orifice... or two.

Sitting back and relishing in creation again. This time with so many more questions. As if decision itself is the instrument I must master.

How will I know if I will care when I hear it?
In that moment. When I need it most.
This sense of anticipation is the elusive pest.

How deep will I be able to know myself? Before the moment even comes.
By this default, strangeness seems to interest me most.

Yet a foundation of predictable ingestion helps keep the poison out.

And the medicine in.

I was the absolute alone

Pt. 1

A boundless new life. The indescribable sense of love.
Every cell in my body in orgasm. Fucking and giving birth at the same time.
"Mmmmm Hmmmm... "
How can it feel so good?
How can it feel so good?
How can it feel so good.
I just can't seem to forget to breathe. Concentration & Grace. Nothing is more serene. The utter release of completely letting go. In trust. All aspects of my desires are known and met. How can it feel so good?
I don't want to puke on myself tonight. Even though becoming liquid the night before seemed delicious. Blood sugar water. Entering the golden window.
Sewage Extraction Team!
Bringing in the hoses and just pulling the shit right out of my center. I believe at this point I was truly afraid. The melody had ceased. I was the absolute alone. Eyes wear on the wrong side of my head. And looking the wrong way.

Nothing but a strange ticking sound.

And a feeling of a truly wretched indecisiveness.

What could be more uncomfortable?

Pt. 2

The centipede was covered in glass shards and metal needles.
It jumped into my throat strangled me from the inside.
This caused me to instantly throw up.
Purging a deep poison.
I could taste its horrid metallic bitterness. Which caused me to keep gagging.

Pt. 3

My arrival was sublime.
And my new friend took its post in my gut.
They named him Curly.
And it is so much fun.

tra la la

Who is the touch?
What beast wealds its talon slipper?
Where I sit beneath the sun
And wander upon mortal breath.
Freedom at a blade’s edge
But my obsessions overcame me
And I wandered into her skin
There we danced in silence and stillness
We melted into the mind
And I called to her ancestor’s hand
The color of the color of the color
Dripping jasmine in the mist of morning’s exhale
The resolution of sunlight
Total synesthesia
Reaping the swallowing brood
Eyes set as the famine moon
I would whisper “those” words
But a voice whispering “shoulds” denies me
corset poison corset

…fuck. it.

aRose