Rapture

Out of body
Out of mind
the world could be obliterated
but in this moment
this right now
this series of seconds scrambling their ego
they think, in as much as they are capable
let it all burn. 

Mutual assured destruction 
is the grace lover's pray for.

Third eyes burst open
offering momentary glimpses of the eternal
while the landing
returns them to the albatross of reality's
manufactured burdens and obligations.

You're so Vain

Hummingbirds and flowers
Narcissists and their source

You should know,
sometimes we open the tap to be serviced,
so don't think you're fooling anyone. 

If hearing this, triggers you

the song is probably about you.

Nope!

Looking you
all I see is a 
foregone conclusion!

Rejecting the Script

I am not my mind
I am not my body
I am not this beating heart
neither breath, thought, joy nor pain
what I think I am is
trapped, disconnected and distracted
a muzzled voice in the dark
a reluctant voyeur
trying to remember
my mission -
decided before the veil was cast
and the first gasp
before the script was assigned. 

Neither am I your cattle
a product to be strip-mined for it's ingenuity, creativity and labor

I am not fodder for your gristmill
I was not born to service or entertain  
but to expand
to evolve