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NOW
it is the sum of all that is history
it is the constant creation of life
every moment is palpable
and then it exists no longer
It never existed and it always exists
Do not ever dismiss it
every NOW has a value
that can not be appraised
it is wider than the spectrum of light
and deeper than all the oceans combined
more varied than all the notes and rhythms
that were ever thought of or created in music
what ghastly immensity
To some it is an evil entity
that chains its subjects down
and forces them into submission
it draws death closer with every pass
always new always old
ever blazing hot and ever bitter cold
To others it is sweeter than honey to the tongue
lighter than a feather in the wind
more comforting than a mothers touch
paradoxical, invisible and ever present
what to do what to do
can I hold it in my hand?
Would I be able to expose its true nature?
Is there anything to be exposed at all?
It covers me like my skin covers me
when I enter the darkness and shut my eyes
when My minds eye is wide open and keen
It is closer to me than ever before
when silence is the air that exists my mouth
I can hear it whispering and moving
in a way unknown to any soul
It unites every man, woman, child, thought,
country, ocean, planet, universe, galaxy,
all that is and all that is to be
must adhere to it and obey
such authority such grace
So I ask you, soul, at this moment NOW
What is consuming your every NOW?
You, soul, must choose which NOW will be your forever.
Efficiency, strategy must come into play,
or else, or else what?
Instead of you consuming the Now
It will consume you.
And you
will
end.

Skin Deep

Fleshy fleshy fleshy

creeping sneaking seeking

like a web growing slowly in the corner of my mind

making a home where it does not belong

high up in the mountain

a voice faintly calls me

an echo that transcends time and space

a spirit that lives and speaks through song

holy holy holy

we are meant to be

the signs we see do not hesitate

Not much more will we have to wait

pretty shiny things catch my eye

but I can not smell the rotten stink underneath

the gravity of the danger is not conscious to me

the lines have blurred between right and wrong

sensuous silky sapphire serpents

melt my skin into a gooey trance

As I follow stumbling blindly, through my eyes the cliff disappears

a deep chasm exists where a bridge once hung

Something was broken a long time ago

Before the land of time came to be

when darkness and light fought one another

and a great wind blew ever so strong

with eyes wide shut and standing still

I push through the suffocating thickness in the air

polluted with a death-like odor of the smog

the clanking of the chains crashing to the ground

ring in my ear like a cry warning for battle

the soothing sound of the calm before the storm

alerting the freedom to roam, the freedom to soar

that will soon overtake me

Do you hear it?