in my petty small dreams i am here
in my most grandiose creations
i Am here
in the seemingly mundane
 i am the fabric of realities
in all this i am never absent
 merely
inexplicably
 all

http://www.awakening.net/Epiphany.html

i write in bursts

not because i Must but because i have to
if you can see the distinction ...please write


i know that what we will seem like hubris
 but i do know who you are
 and whats more i know "what" you are

i understand everything




and i accept visa,mastercard  and Amex... but not discover ..c'mon that would be a bit much wouldnt it?/

i just talked to my mother after a long long time
she says to call my brother
 its been a long long time

i don't know how she does it
 reminds me to be alive
 may be its her heart beat
 whose rhythm recalls mine
or the  harmony and cadence of her voice
 or maybe its her  breathe of life
that allows me to inhale
and exhale
all THIS !

so anyway .
I Am

u are(my brother)

most times i am only what you have allowed me
 and at other times  i am the denial of every great and wondrous thing i am because of your unending wondrous eye


trust that I am not ignoring this
 but actually cherishing this
trust that
in this self made hell
I have mined god
 not selfishly
 not wantonly
but dutifully

i have found myself at the dark end of a tunnel
 i have lost myself in desperation
yet found myself in the debris
hope littered and truth bound

I am not what I wanted to be by any account
I am what I needed to be
there is no evil in me

illuminate everything

have a little laughter
share a little gin
wink at the future
 bring all your friends  in

dance till dawn
  and wake at noon and think of nitelights
walk in the rain and call your exes
 tell them its all ok
and crack up with delight

break your heart
then break a leg
gamble on your future
 and short sell your past.

live in the moment
imagine your past
wonder what could happen
if this day was your last.

walk in confidence
only if you must
 the ingredients of an amazing life
are uncertainty
velocity
and being willing to feel the blast

but seriously
be willing to feel the BLAST


...............ECHOES OF AN UNHINGED MIND  PART 1

ive been given  a melody to my souls
 ive been given a key that lets loose control

i want to fly and cry out loud
 what it means to be bold
 yet tread i must  lightly and not break this marvelously fragile hold

i have sang in the dark
 lit fires from nothing but a spark
 and they are blazing fierce

and all is like tinder in their wake
 all is ashy fuel in its wake
 be here and be bold
 this story is yet to be told