Hazy Acres

Its the same 

And yet reframed as different 

Myself and the world

Quickly moving the lines above the head

Pull on any of them 

Unpack the messages 

I see the past as I see my hands

Tattoos 

Abstract black flowers to signify a moment of violence

Laying in the threads a while longer to turn up the resting phase 

Rhythm patterns playing center most charms 

Learned another lesson 

Saw the old mentality attempt to infiltrate the work 

Attachment to interrupt the artist work to experience 

Only one way to go 

And it’s going to be that way

Own the identity 

Share the findings 

Alone in an empty room you design the pieces 

Break the bread 

Live in the last year 

Rides that will always have their place

I can see the demon when I allow truth 

Nutty how much has changed

Yet equally as nutty is what refuses to 

Inside the canal of the old song 

Withering blues players singing in the canyon 

Measures on measures

Patterns drying up like the future time 

Ah well in the great divide 

I won’t learn from the same mistake 

Intention to grab it before it flys with me as a passive passenger 

Scream for the new gps 

Bold wings in gold chains 

Simple dust on a wiggling rail 

Enough when enough isn’t understood 

Weakness lives in the settling charms of another 

Press on without the need 

Start the fires without assistance 

Convenience is conformity 

Grateful for another shot to approach the dancers 

As it musters the courage to be 

Explanations are minor themes 

This is a major crimes unit 

Weaving from one side to another 

Tighten the belly button 

And the continuing noise will become a quiet separation 

Without the need to run or stay 

Go as it offers the path

Asking for signals in data you process

Sip hot water 

Lay down the laws inside the self 

Break them when you want 

Your wrong I’m right I’m wrong 

I’m here your gone 

And as they will always do 

Playing the sweet sounds of earthly vibrations 

Teeth inside the turtle shell 

Sharp darts in a wall 

Doors with chipped paint 

Watered down grass littered over

This one door in the back freshly designed 

Walk before you forget to remember