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Independently Alive

Some people say the dead will live on
as long as in our memories we hold dear.
Well I don't want trouble,
but I must burst your bubble.
Those who go only pass on from here.

So if they're not here, then they will be there
Where is there?, why wherever they please
They could be standing near you
or hanging out in Timbuktu
either way they don't need you to be.

As Needed

Inward I go and down, dripping down
all the substance made visible.
That was fixed in a frozen state.
My world without projected from
my inner world formed,
Which  now melts and is given release. 
Blurring to oblivion  the board
long listings under the title, "Facts".
Emotions, reaction, concoction, presumption.
They will not be missed.
As I return to the void.
A place of tranquil emptiness.
To touch my roots.

 

Googolplex

Don't waste time with measuring
I cannot be contained
Don't fit me into boxes
for these efforts are in vain.
Don't think you've got my number
cause you haven't got a clue.
The finite mind can't handle
what the googolplex comes to.
Perhaps we have a chance
if we crush the concrete mine
down all walls of impossibility
leave doubtful shadows behind.

Changes

My pulse can beat out time
to it's heart's desire
But I will not be mindful
I will not inquire.
For time has lost relevance
space antiquated as well
in a new eye for fusion
these constant solids turn gel.


The Adversary

You've stood in my way, my only foe
Now we fight, til one is defeated
Circling each other goes on for a time
showering blows on each other repeated.
Then in the melee, there is  an epiphany
and I fake that I'll grab at his wrist.
As he maneuvers to defend, I'm then able to send
a knee to the tools of propagation.
My ego gets slow, then he crumples  low
and I say with a smile and a wink
We needn't make two, when just one will do
let that in your head finally sink.

 

Music of the Spheres

Have we found beyond this temporal
the place over the sea
A tune which resounds upon the water
you are one with eternity

 

Internal Sun

I'm solar powered, an inward sun
does melt my thick clouds away.
As the rays go out, I catch the waves
and I'm surfing them in this bright day.

 

Jettison from the Sphere of here
and sensual material understanding

I'm lifting up, I'm soaring off
all rockets of propulsion firing
no friction I feel, from this world I do peel.
with ease breaking gravity's pull
for I'm carried away, and all I can say
mission control do what you will
with my carcass.


 

Accelerating Vibe

Thanks for the vibration,
the acceleration
for it appears
that we're shifting gears.
We idled in neutral, warmed up the engine
now my conveyance is laying a patch.
But what's carrying me,
not my physical body,
Cause I see that
we've left it in the dust.

Rising Music

What's that song, has it been playing all along?
For it fills my room, and I'm caught up.
Brought up to another plane.
Where I will remain?
or will I rise 
an ever increasing arc in my wake,
shoot out of this galaxy into infinity
tho my physical body remains
seated on the couch.
Of which I'm hardly mindful.

I Been Raptured

I hear the tune playing it's calling me in
away from this world system perception
There still buying and selling, hearing and telling
but it's hard to make sense of confusion.
So I will not try, and do bid it all bye
PooF,  I'm off to a different dimension.
 

Finding and Creating


What I found is I'm part of everything
and can create freely from my part in the one.
But if I build with a mind that's divided
Tis a work tied and bound to undone.

Whole Me

I call to my innocence
Go, please find the rest of me.
For much of what I am
is manufactured, a fractured creation
assembled by best efforts.
A work of good intentions
from a blueprint of "wise" choices.
built with man made tools
and an errant eye for plumb lines.

When my innocence returns
with the whole of who I am,
Then the wreaking ball will sail
to raze my condemned construct.
I won't use the broken pieces
they'll just be fuel for the fire
a beacon of reminder
That what's not of the whole
becomes a pyre.


 

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Artbywicks Independently Alive As needed  Changes The Adversary 
Music of the Spheres Internal Sun Jettison of the Sphere of Here and Sensual Material Understanding
Accelerating Vibe Rising Music I been Raptured Finding and Creating  Whole Me