Hierophant213

Stillness A man who...(or a woman) who stands amongst the mountain top and gazes for a second not even a second something in between time his mind, bare his breath, captive everything is silent and in this moment or lack of one I might say he senses and he smells and he sees the world for what it truly is Rolling on the shoulders of those green hills balancing the sky but his his conscious mind engulfs him in these grids these meaningless associations this truth and acceptance has left him and naturally he wants to bottle it hold it and keep it and snuggle it but its ripped away from him Some go their entire life w

Gone now I'm catching glimpses of moments Lying awake in bed I don't see how I fit into this Like a single frame out of context I haven't quite connected with these people yet I haven't quite seen their depth And I'm yanked away before I can I'm always somewhere But never long enough to know where The sad part is I'm starting To like this hole in the wall Makes me question Why I ever left Maybe it's the tractor fumes Or the emphasis on American beer Has gone to my head Maybe it's the city lights Stretched over miles of open field Or maybe it's just a hole in the wall A hole I couldn't fill the first time around Each mome

Next time won't you sing with me? The sun is setting Setting in the east And I can't help But to realize Realize I'm just. I'm just a tiny bipedal humanoid Riding in a four legged, Power steering, paul simon blaring, Piece of machinery And that giant boiling mass Reaches down and swims through my every molecule And I… I should be out there Feet bare, bare as the rock I ride but why walk when I can ride my logic is my wall logic is A wall Well rather how logic comes Where it comes How it sings it's ABC's But we ride regardless Because it's comfortable and cozy We ride From A to Z, we ride Without any thought of

 A Burning Depiction of Intimacy And I hate it when we're the same tempature I like it better when you're a bit colder a bit warmer because that way when I hold you when I close my eyes I won't forget that you're right there lying next to me I can pretend that we're not one I can remind myself why I need you I can remind myself that you're still there I can pretend that I'm seperate from everything else that I'm alone except when I'm with you that I'm not floating endlessly, absorbed in an infinite mass of cause and effect I can remind myself that you're fire and I'm a tree slumping in the forest waiting for a spark to

 Isolation is the greatest master What would you do with immortality? Search for truth, the secrets of the universe, why we're born, and why we're here? Would you scourer the lands In pursue of beauty? What would you find? Your own truth Or some grand whole truth, The secrets of you Or of that around you, And would you find That the birth of you Is why you're here? The most essential teacher Is you The most vital observer Is you But often we put this onto others To be there to correct us To share this burden To relinquish this responsibility But immortality is isolation And isolation can be Connective And connected

I'm not sure I was cut out for this hell, I'm not sure if we were cut out for this punching numbers and reading books answering calls and playing games watching tv and checkin' out looks Please before I die let me out of this let me live the way I was ment to live or rather the way I want to live with my head held high watching birds in the sky Let me hear the trees and understand the reason they becon to the breeze I want to become a master of me and by master I mean no master at all like the way a gent has his hands glued to the door for a lady in blue Let me dance around a fire trying to mimic the sounds of the distant

Maybe I just need a break Let me take some time to unwind Push the play button drift away I don't care if its a rerun I don't want to think about what I should've done Or shouldn't have done Or What i could be doing I just want to be there square in the picture, throwing remarks at my favorite characters to take a spaceflight and disembark I just don't want to be here so please take me away please say those lines that make me tear that make me die laughing that make me know that they're sincere I always come back And I am here But…I don't want to come back here I'm tired of this and I'm tired of you And I can'

And she owns you. Every movement becomes hers. She can twick the strings any direction she wants, and you move that way. You read every word she says and it begins to sound like a master- piece. On a tiny stage you dance in her hands. And you make yourself believe you want to live forever so you can dance forever. Then she becomes your fate, your feeling, your sight- your blind spot. Until she becomes you altogether and you become nothing. Nothing but a single atom. A single ember that managed to escape the fire. It leaped out and burned out. Dancing into ashes.

                 He Appeared 1. Through the veil of morning dew   his fingers were bullets   we swallowed them willingly   unknowingly, at first. 2. We drove with our feet to the floor   it was our job.   Stretching our outstretched wings not knowing the ground would find us again. 3. We searched for days on cliffsides.   He promised us ivory nails   stretching what we knew from comfort   and the wind was picking up. Hey I'm talking to you. Before you hang yourself with cliffhangers and hide away in that hinterland thing you're rocking, listen unto me once, albeit it isn't the last. Now gather all the breath you have I'm g