- Collective Writing -

Thanks man Im leaving for some upper Maine hiking in a few hours, cant sleep Im so excited! So I thought Id jot down a little kids story and read it to my son before Im off for the week. :cheers2: It's all love over here to friend!
God Bless!

 

last night i had a couple glasses of wine and some rich conversation. i wanted a smoke so i wrapped my body in a blanket and went outside into the fresh air to pollute my lungs.
*puff*
wow, look at that moon. how fantastic! looks like a half closed eye looking down on me. tomorrow evening it will be a little more full and the following day a bit more full until it is completely open. it will be out of its drowsiness and will be alert
*puff*
hmmmmmmmmm........could the sun and the moon be representative of the eyes of God? could the cycle of the moon be like a blink of God's eye? afterall it has been said 1000 of our years is equal to a day of God's.
*breaths in the cool breeze*
wow it beautiful out here. feels so good in my lungs, on my skin, in my soul.
*puff*
*notices the beautiful tree in front of me*
dhs had asked before if i was a leaf or the roots. look at that trunk. look at how stable it is. look at those branches, each of them reaching to the sky. reaching for the sourse. look how one goes downward from a windstorm that tried to break it, but then when it was able to gain its strength again, look how it is reaching up as well. snaking around past the bad times reaching for its joy. look how all the branches go out in all directions yet up at the same time. look at the leaves. the fruit. think of the roots.
*puff*
wow....ryan i am neither rooted not like a leaf blowing in the wind. i am all of them. i am the roots stretching my filaments under the surface looking for the water and minerals of nourishment
*puff*
i am the trunk of stability. i am the branches of my personality, i am the leaves of my thoughts and feelings. always changing. always falling. always blowing in the wind to eventually land somewhere and decay. a thousand deaths. a thousand beautiful deaths and a thousand lives.
*puff*
cycle after cycle. spring, summer, fall...winter. over and over and over again. but my branches are always there. my trunk, my roots. the only change are my leaves. i am the deliciousness of my fruit. the sweet juicy embodiment of my actions.
*breaths in all of life and lights another cigarette*
what a fantastic evening. how lucky i am to have god's eye open towards me so i can stretch my branches towards the light.
*puff, hears the waterfall into the pond*
wow, listen to that. so serene, so gentle. ponds.........hmmmmmmmmmmm
people say life is like a river and to fully live and not drown its best to ride the current. to this i agree. but, oh perhaps, its the river until we learn to be the pond. perhaps we ride the harshness of the river until our awareness is so strong that we magically and instantly turn into a pond. we have the waterfall pouring wonderful water into us constantly. we drink it up but it doesnt push us. it doesnt change as a current does. it simply pours and we drink and it pours and we are happy to be the body it wishes to pour into. all while god's beautiful eye is watching over us, blinking away the time.
*puts out smoke, wraps blanket around, stands, embraces myself and all that i have felt pressing it into my soul*
god its great to be alive. god its wonderful to be me. i so wish i could communicate these thoughts and feelings to you better. i wish you could have been there, but in a way, each of you were there.

 

I love your jounral Marie! It's like old saint Rumi said, Intelligence is about staying afloat, and the business of love is all about drowning

 

drowning...really...

 

I've many more....but feel they are too much about me too egocentric?

 

Nah, who cares? Most of my stories are about me, only told through a girls side so that I can explore emotions and feelings artisitcally that I have to ignore in order to survive in this world lol
You should try your hand at some fantastic short stories, or post some of your poetry? I just love the direction this thread is going, so many wholehearted things have been shared in such a short time and you can see how all of our psychedelic writing is so different yet getting at the same general things

 

i do not have poetry. don't feel i can convey myself good enough for that


though have a STRONG calling to do just that.

you amaze me Relayer.

 

Ah! Dont make me blush again it's too early lol.
Thank you very much, but Im just a monkey robot acting out some blueprints
Im about to get packing for my hiking trip now, kiss my son and see him off and Im gone!
See you guys in a week, hope you have fun, good health and
God Bless +

 

I hope you have a fantastic time

I have to go pick up my daughters friend in 4 hours.....wonder if i will still be flying high

 

Longer and hollow, wrapped ​

with emerald resonation . .​

anything that comes to ​

mind​

is the poem,​

and your shutters are​

wide open, fake, and falling​

apart. ​

 

say high to vermont or me. have some fun, look ot for bears in the woods.

 

Will do man. Im in Maine now, been here since last night but finally found a hotel. Been to like 10 hotels and they were all booked wtf? It;s like every person in Maine is occupying these jauns. Gonna go off to the woods tomorrow morning, my cough medicine ended up being amphetamine salts so yea, Im stuck staring at walls and twiddling thumbs until the Sun come up.
God Bless

 

It’s never a complete cataclysm – a crashing and burning and smoldering fragmentation of a laboriously constructed building. The master plan of the master architect was structurally unsound, and the building never left the blueprints.

There are no gaping holes, no razor incisions to remove a heart, no jagged acid tear trails. Rather, it's a silent collapsing beneath your skin as a dream dissipates before morning light was ever conceived.

And in the end you are left wondering why the numbers only come out right when all the things you could never bring yourself to regret are tallied as mistakes.

 

very cool, kacie.

 

damn son, i think only like ten people even live in maine. did you take the rickety wooden bridge in? portland is a cool town

 

Yea man, ended up crashing right in North Portland. It is a pretty nice area. Bangor, however, is lame haha

 

So I found things in English that I dont hate too much


Daydreamer - 06/29/06

He takes my hand with his words,
I'm no longer attached to the ground
The wind and us,
Is us the wind.
My smile becomes eternal
Our fingers are intertwined in the most free of knots
He doesn't let go of my hand, of my heart.
The rush keeps building up;
Higher we go.
The inside drum keeps beating louder,
faster
I see it now
We are getting close
The brightest of stars,
The one that stands alone
He lets go
I crash
Still in my chair, I am
Stardust covers my eyes.

 

And this one I actually like

-Time for swimming - 09/25/07

Silly girl,
always aware.
He doesnt have time,
for me and my dreams.
Only on my river they float.
I swim along
koi fish,
shiny silver.
Dancing with the current,
He doesnt like the symphony.
Now I know what the singer meant.
The sea waits,
far, far away.
I'll get there someday,
always
at the right time.
I'll remember,
it will all be clear.
I'll remember

 

so i tripped 2 months ago, and at the beggining of my trip i ate this peach, and it was the most amazing, juicest peach i had ever tasted. i let the heavy, viscous liquid build up in my mouth and was so overwhelmed with the sensation that i began to feel nauseous and threw up all over my freinds deck, afterwards feeling refreshed and invigorated. then i had an amazing day at the Washington D.C. zoo ( as well as very bizarre experiences riding the metro ) and wrote this poem as i was coming down:

Peach Juice

Viscous Liquid
Pouring Forth
Whispers among us
Yet never present
In normal reality

Forever beyond my grasp
Yet always on the near cliff
Falling till dusk
Gravity Reverse
Yet looping back

Self-overlapping
Moments ahead of themselves
Instance without space
Transcending universal law
Yet adhering to constance

Sureness in itself
Defining one purpose
leading to the first
which cannot be preceded
The unreachable boundary
Viscous liquid

 

- Moon Water -
just try, just a little bit harder
didnt we all know a science is smarter?
give it up to the wonderers
gazing up to the stars
lost in space time transition
setting foot on ancient Mars
magic man, oh magic man
what's that rock inside your hand?
its a little power pearl
given to me by a little girl
with wings and pointy ears
buzzing while she hovers
the tall grass swampy reeds
holding the pearl to the moon
brings floods of healing waters
just try, just a little bit harder
didnt we all know a science is smarter?
we both see the same sun
reflected on the same river
let me walk east and
you can walk the west
and still the same sun
follows so is there in fact two suns
or is it still the same one
holding the pearl to the moon
brings floods of healing waters