time

[the mingo]

I am eating
the comet food of saxaphones
the dog I don't have
eats meteors and lines that
disappear somewhere out
beyond Pluto
he can even smell
the rabbit ghosts out there
when he comes home
he walks straight into the fire
turns around & lays down
and sleeps until all the dreams
have been gone thru

[~K]

to sleep
to dream
to die
a little
to try
and take
back heaven

[the mingo]

to wake
to realize
to live
a lot
to do
and give
and give
and give
until heaven
comes to you

[sonofthesun]

the thought of pictures
it says this of that
i know what i see
i know what is not
you may corrupt me
but my mind is free
i am my own prison
not the opposite
but i still wonder
am i my own
who is in control
with my love of life

[sonofthesun]

your face captivates
wether needless or purposeful
it brings about thoughts of creation
a connection bone deep or just
sex in its baseness
what is man or woman
but a duality perpetrated
within a infinity that has nothing to do with it
life must change constant or it is not itself
humanity is not life in itself