the beliefs we had seem to be traveling away. travel makes one’s mind move. travel is the last door. on one such trip, i traveled with beliefs. there i met you, and our mind(s) seemed to open. with a separated brain synapse, we seemed to lie, but connected on a universal wire. so it seemed our beliefs began to travel, and now my beliefs travel in my bags as i make sure to pack them wherever i may travel.
07.13.99.
what are you doing on friday?
not sure.
let me check my planner.
08.29.02.
just yesterday you thought, you thought you were
becoming a god.
but never came back as a whole. where did you leave
your self?
until remembered, all remain anonymous.
01.29.01.
I.
could.
should.
and would if
was.
did.
had but.
can.
is.
has.
does.
will?
II.
everyone’s
a person trying to be,
but is anyone
the person they’re dreaming to be?
07.29.02.
time is slow, hesitates to come as sleep does the same.
in dreams, one is unaware of energy.
in space, one is unaware of gravity.
in here,
am unaware of
me.
motion is
ever going, never stopping,
and
will deposit our souls
into a universal consciousness.
escape velocity
into god’s secret city.
07.10.02.
what’s left? chemical reactions?
moments one intends to forget?
how simple, does it get? before
it can make sense-
the movement of energy.
will anyone master the art of seeing,
or reach an understanding of being?
love travels through invisible luminous fibers,
or so the universe whispered
during an ancient conversation.
06.17.02.
love long gone.
fell into, fell over,
tears drowning,
but yet still, an angel
does whisper, “heaven’s arms
do await to embrace.”
as love returns
in her tender image.
09.10.02.
if the sky decides
that it’s better for the stars to
disappear, then i’ll make sure
to leave with them, (to live with them).
2000.
easy breathing.
amongst heavenly bodies
everything re:turns
filaments
god and its physics
in third person
making oneself immortal
making plans for forever
on the belief in travel
plain truth
registering into/info
short term memory
song for the return to nature’s love
your gods versus mine.
your gods are weak and dying inside, but mine are
strong and growing around.
yours allow ignorance while mine open minds.
yours demand faith, mine suggest i reject it.
you seek salvation, i just need a guide.
yours turn you a disciple of false idols, pimping your
prayers, forcing you to pray to him, mine lets me
just speak to it.
yours, omniscient, doused under the scent of salty
tears, wars, and blood and blood and blood.
and your gods are burning while mine is just being,
being born and reborn with each breath.
yours exist in sacred texts, mine in the whisper of the
wind, eternal.
09.23.01.
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