Understanding the metaphysical world

Metaphysics Link

- To understand life completely and wholly, one can look to a world beyond material reality.

Shades of Green

We were children once upon a time, running through valleys of purple flowers and bright blue skies
We were painters not so long ago and together we discovered the art of love
What we are now; what we have become is the result of emotional decisions, and the lack thereof
Grass stains are on my sheets tonight
I found comfort dreaming next to many shades of green.
Nothing could have kept us children, but as my innocence slipped through your fingers and fell to the earth,
I knew I was growing older.
I still find you in memories, the boy I knew rolled down a grass hill until his heart was still, so I buried his bones in my head.
Vibrance fades with every wash, but these blue eyes are wonderful to watch it happen through.
And one day, I too will become silent... and no one will keep my hollowed remains,
But I will tell our story in the sheets marked with  shades of green, and blood stains.

Trippy

There is an entire population of free living strands covering the surface of my head
They whip and snap and curl and fly away like I wish I could do
January 7th I abruptly left the plains of routine and the taste of the open air hasnt left my tongue
Wild air has not yet left my hair, and I covet the freedom of open roads ever more
The hands of the clock ran its fingers through my brunette feathers ;
Kept me sort of level so I would not catch flight
Kept me somewhat responsible so I could not fail my lovers
Kept me slightly sane for societies sake.

Nonetheless, I plucked the sun from its resting place
Squeezed the colors from it and let them trickle down my arm like concentrated river beds
I smeared my stained hands across the canvas in the sky
Then I lit a match; the colors caught aflame and I cried saying its name... beautiful.
Hot magenta soared downward, punching holes in the purpleish blue undertones
The source of life is not one shade of yellow, but many shades of the creative mind
After the ashes fell just beyond the earths face, I drove farther west into spontaneity.

I left some behind, holding question marks in their hands like torches and pitchforks
I cannot give them the answers they want, why I left that Wednesday so abruptly, so senselessly
What I know is there is adventure that lies awake inside me, waiting...
I cannot tame it, I cannot suppress it
But when it whispers my name I find myself answering, again and again.

Body of Man: Sex Organs

I am an influential leader.
A sinner of many saints, and yet I bring life into a darkening world every single day
I am accused of false love, and taken advantage of
The curves of my face are captivating but ever so tempting
feel the kiss of roses but be aware of the thorns
I end the lives of children and begin the lives of adults
I am proof that love and pain are real, that we are alive and that even the coldest are capable of feeling warm
The sudden release of butterflies is a gift from me to you
Theyre wings are beautiful as I have watched them soar around an empty stomach for a thousand years
There is a strong attachement to the strings of the heart, yet they grow brittle and bitter as they reach for the mind
I am a well kept secret to some, a treasure of life to others
I have but one desire and that is to love and be loved
The start of the human race begins with me, and i am not ashamed

Love Ballad of the Sun

The light of the sun crept into the darkness today
I captured its particles with the bat of my eyes, its auroral state finer than gold
let it flow through my body like the toxins in my prematurely aged veins
let it surge, let it fight the black wolves chewing my lungs
gold and silk waves of energy flow like the wheat fields in heaven

and I grab your hand, your feeling it too
I kiss the curves of your lips and you breathe in that fire
blue eyes turn to yellow, you are finally awake and inside of me
hot energy is what we are creating, enlightenment is what we found
Here flows the life of two humans, two mediocre's that captured a secret
A secret we molded in the likeness of the light resting on my face, and yours
it rises everytime we touch, sets when we are apart
I can see now, what I was missing
I can see now, the flicker in your eyes spark as we are kissing
You and me are but friction and flame
My toungue tingles playing with the halo from an angel
Heats up just saying your name.

But ten hours in and we are fading
The blue hue has slipped through the window once more
Now I will spiral into waves of lucid dreaming and the night seeps into the floor
But if in perilous visions I happen to see you again,
I will find a way, even in darkness, to touch your perfect hands.

World of a Writer

Of all the endevours my will be done the most important of all is the act of fun
I have watched shooting stars on many grass plains
I have ruined white shirts with chocolate stains
I have fallen in love and ignored warning signs
all this I have done for the sake of good times
But it is in the sound of music, and the rhythm of words, that I truly come alive
to no one but the paper I find myself obliged
The creation of a writer knows no boundaries , restrictions or holds

I have experienced freedom in its finest hour and it is here that I lose control
letting loose the restrictions of my hair and the entrapments of my feet
I fly across the sea of words and possibilities with nothing but an imagination and a heartbeat
There is power in composition, a beautiful oblivion it can be
with flames behind these eyes, an iris made by God for creativity
It is this silent expression that moves me more than any contender
A passion for rendition calls upon me now and to this I smile in surrender
To me this is bliss, to me this is life's complications coming undone
A thousand excerpts from this human soul and every time I search for them, I find a world of fun.

Body of Man: The Foot

I know not the look of beauty but i have discovered the depths of its existance
I have carried the weight of living souls everyday and have not ceased to turn the world, for I am an explorer of the unknown; a guide into the great abyss
Instruct me and I will climb the highest mountain
Instruct me and I will never leave the pedistool I rest upon
The  magnifigance of my capabilities are at the disposal of your will
I am waiting now, wake me and i will take you anywhere
There is a place where the sky meets the earth, and my friend that is not too far
I am but a servant without a voice, journeying into the shadows of mankind, a thousand miles with every day and still possesing no fear
Yesterday I stepped into dark waters, and today I bring the light of adventure.
Restless soul, it draws closer than you could have ever imagined.

Preface to: Body Of Man

The hands of god are cold as they hold me accountable
They have molded every morscel, every particle that is pure, evil, tame, dead and alive.
Just a part in the imagination of the greater force, a hundred years of poetry and mechanics poured into one body; and yet I am but a fraction in the human race.
Two veins diverge in this brain
The darkness of one often times overpowers the light of the other
Such a complexity of systems, ticking away..growing older and brittle with every rise and fall of the sun
Just a matter of science and I become a more fertile recipient of the world
Just a matter of time and I am forgotten.

beautiful definition

   It is impossible to realize when you have stumbled upon beauty, if you have no comprehension of its consistency. It is in every corner, amidst the ruin and chaos; glanced upon but hardly recognized. Beauty is the scent of a lover lingering on your pillow, a contagious smile, and the warmth of a hand. It is proof that heaven is really never that far from earth and that living is not just simply surviving.

The result of love

Still here I have become captivated
We are caught in the lapsing of time
A passion so powerful has made me elated
Embers burning so hot reminds us love is blind

Still here I have become tender
Butterfly wings of love carry us to another day
The line of joy and ecstacy is slender
As a colored world emerges from centuries of gray

Still here I have become wonderful
God of wine, love will age even more
Two blackbirds are beautiful from inside the bottle
alive in the center of my being...thriving in my core