Ahhh..

Stepping through a door and looking at unfamiliar eyes, ah! a glipse of an acquanited floor, I ignore. Pretentious? Yes. How? By putting on my disguise and disguises are pervasive and often multiply. Offer me sweets if you may and say its lies, but there again you pretend and you say its not very nice? Tell me again how you feel true, ill maybe respond after you say what is true? How do i pass through to you?

Shamanic Teleport

Restless lair, the silence reeking of despair.
Theories made, all complication it seeks, evades.
Quiet misled by all the Noise that spoke instead.
Rising smoke, its nameless form seems to evoke...

Since thought has often made me vague, a spark of madness it roams a plague

Engulfing me helpless like a mist, a spell that shatters what e x i s t s,
as i b r e a k no one recognizes, where's my head? Though the soul it realizes.

Nothing to spare, almost There, Dance with air, Feel No care, Truly Bare.

As a child mother wild and father time took me by the hand through the sands, now there's no way to see glimpses of the past or future, what has and what would be.
I have dreamt of all of this so let me sleep.

Openings in the Mind!

Teleport me there! And Now! So I can find my way back somehow...

Openings in the Mind!

Teleport me there! And Now! So I can find salvation somehow...

So over-whelmed by all this sense, its so immense, the cosmic lens, looking so far and catching all the hours familiar with intense points of anguish and hate, moments when I felt too great, times i looked forward to fate but now i'm afraid its too late......

As I arise from abstraction, there seems no apparent course of action.

Openings is the mind...
Teleport me there and now so i can find salvation somehow

The residue is me, as pure as clear can be.
I've gathered my remains and scattered all my pain . . . . . .