dissipate into something

finding what is varied and only carried away
distant oceans shout
and retort to all your questions and curiosity


finding something
burn away all the nothing
burn away all the something
anything thats not you

take dominion over all creation
because your throne is a valiant measure
and it holds this note on high
and it sings to us
while we sing back
its a conversation
its an exchange of breaths

and everything is resting in this high tower
preparing for war
preparing for something more
preparing for holy
preparing for the one that will shake the potential to the surface
and concentrate it together
and bring it to the top

scream until hope arises
stand before all creation and stare into the face of darkness
and tear down its facade of greatness
because nothing is greater than the owner of glory
our lives are all a story that declare his love

our lives are all something more.
molecules that make up something greater
fly into the sun and pull out its shine
string by string

smoke it slithers into your mouth and brings forth a great fog in everything
flying away now
wont be back till hunting seasons over.

where is it

i know you told me i could find it

but where is it

you said you'd fight

but i don't see that

murky water

all these lies have been slaughtered

and things have been looking brighter.

but the voyage out and away

brought you back

and bright is bright

but you are you

i guess i just forgot that humans are human.

maybe you had lied

or maybe its just a dilemma

either or its to my self that i have died

and everything is everything. sometimes.

why does it feel like my chest is on fire

crashing on my ribcage

i am stirred

but its done

and i'm done

and its no more than this

faded mercury drops from the sun

and disappears in this abyss.

random thoughts i must get out

sometimes i feel so filled with passion for something

a picture in my head

a sound that must escape from my vocal chords

a feeling that pulses through with the two previous things listed

i need to get it out

but i understand things are formulating.

like the mixture of every creation God has put in me

must level out like some mixture of paint and water

it takes time before you can see clearly everything from this vantage point

so i trust and i wait

and im joyful and hopeful

and this courses through my veins.

all of it.

every bit.

sometimes i feel i can remember other peoples memories.

like i can make a story from this collage of plastered beginnings of relationships

a cobweb connects numerous branches

the spider has left his home vacant for months now

and a new spider takes residency

just passing through

just to look around

no need to make sense. these are not anyone else's thoughts.