In The Desert

I dream of that place

No distraction in sight, no face!

I dream of getting lost

To myself and to you, the world.

I dream of walking and thinking, talking and crying

I dream of roaming under stars,

Calling on GOD, being called by gods.

I dream of 9 days and 9 nights

Of looking where there's nothing to see

Of listening where it's silent than death

Of holding what merely slips away

Of never ending horizons!

I dream of walking barefoot

Of transcending matter and these pathetic ways

Of beholding vanity in its majesty

Of finally understanding who I AM

Of reuniting with who I AM

I dream of seeking TRUTH in some desert,

Some day!

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the magnificent scene courtesy of andymumford

Language & The Age

The maids inside of my head won't cease to chatter

They talk about the way I panicked this morning

They talk about the rain not arriving yet

They talk about the shows on cable

They talk about the web

They talk not about me

They talk not about my people

They talk not about the historical debt

They talk not about the fading culture

They talk about an upgrade and the battery warning

Da maids nsyd o mine head wn't taste tru FREEdm

Until they start to take in the world via different words

Until a free tongue they foster and master.

Little, Wet Truths

It paces, does melt the heart

That the clock's been winding ever since

But those ripples of bliss

Still sweep through my spine

Every time I ponder the natural perfection of her art

On the night I dared to depart

From bondages of a love still at heart

And explore just how feelings can fall apart.

High BPM!

Life just feels divine,

When I'm jumping high

To a 145 BPM

At highly pulsating decibels!

With those uplifting lasers piercing my aura

And every neuron inside of me raving HARD!

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Seriously speaking, am not sure who the original author of the art was, but what that was,

it just is for me one true depiction of a neuron in a raver's brain.