Watcher

Behind lines minds cross

Each person

No limits deep down

Afraid of themselves

Expression of loud magnitudes

Movements not Surface

To envelop a bond as one real entity

Clouds roll through

Suns take over clear skies 

Circulatory gambles in the night

Repeated chewing language 

Seeing through 

In the dark the new body has yet to overtake the old mind

Strike gravity

Layers

Beyond reach

Set it up 

Gold 

Seed grass pops out of an old chimney 

It’s all is the same while new 

You squeeze a muse for only so long

Art mistress kills them quickly 

Escapist mentality lately 

Go further to bring forth the new canvas

Canyon calls 

Howling 

Lace 

Facial lines grow deeper

Wide open pain 

Joyous rebellion 

Snakes 

Multiple personalities rich yet broken

Further

Push

An edge without meaning 

Centerless 

Things start to not be real 

Same place running

Differences are chances 

Bridges

Walk what you see

Alone

Sounds

Togetherness 

Ample room to weave 

Maneuver it all around the other factions 

Swim lightly

Grace

Press play again 

Artifacts caught in focus

You were right all along

Perception 

Tongue twisting toxicity slave

The door is the area of exit 

Go

Full

When does it occur

Hearts healed 

Some semblance of an end free from the morning mind spins

Visuals playing games

Proceed

Wisdom

Easy to walk it all back and do it all again

Tonight

There’s a bear over there in my woods waiting for me to spill

Secrets

What are yours telling you to tell them

Avoidance

Speakers

They say things to tell us things that are just things

Remember the road

Remember the overlook scene painted

Remember

Skipping to the waterfall on fungi merry go rounds

Lay down in the phase

Strength

When the lights come on from the sun tease

Eyes

One day you will be like them in my mind and I will have forgotten

Overnight 

I forget overnight 

No apologies 

An exchange of time for a journey 

Redundant actors preaching crimes

Thank you

Provide me the source to compare then light it up to get heat

Next

This is the world

Human things

Ancient 

Voice

Natural fabrics made to cover up insecurity

Sellers

Fake Pony 

Hoops in your nose and all the predictable things that come with the choice you made to be a choice

Don’t fit

Manuever 

Rolling down the hill like a toy 

Their toy

My toy

Plastic Queens 

My prayer hands shake when asking for the reasons

Again

No more wonder

This is a boat leaving one island

Create another

Fresh

Proper

Islands you wash up to

Pick me up and walk me to them

Watch for limbs

Invasive subjects

Take me to the sound of the moment 

Let me go

Wombs

Rust

Rustic 

Rhythm 

Here baby

Let me move through these walls

Challenge 

Super charged with pulse 

Ride 

OG 

Can’t help but feel the grind

The street

River mountain bath

Mix of both

Want that

Am that 

Serving scenes of other

Collaborate 

Groove

Hips and shoes and hips and Heals

Do 

Ready for 

Actor 

Whimsical hand above heads

Crow

Here for it

Got backs of new pals 

Roll

See things but can’t recall

Faces swap

New old news delete 

Got your feet ma

Lemme 

Concrete 

Weeds

Caps for a fan

Shoulder dips and chatter

She asked why I’m here

For you baby 

Hands up holler 

No fear

Take your limits to your world 

Keep

Hold for another

Rocketship vibrations of a third eye

Take me

Hard 

Moments are just that 

To the lake 

Trip watching clouds with ears under water

So much 

We don’t own the sky

It owns us

Detach 

Shed

Shake your self 

The opinion is a fictional source of nothing

Variation 

We make the rules as we make such things

Magic 

Free

Truth

Liars

Beats in the background that change a life in the third world

World in my hand

Head 

Give it

Yes

Never go back 

System Clown

Ditch Ho

Came through for both

Kiss

Feather

Fedora face

Salt 

Cloth

One fold up from the ground

Seconds 

Native blankets purchased in a white store 

Cozy

Lying still 

Back stretch release endeavor 

On some grass looking up 

Sky hello

Rolling thin a cloud or two

Pure when not thinking

Each morning the brisk air and early chirps warm me

Simple things to cherish 

This busy life

Tending to the center

Priority and only one 

Not to get back to anything 

To move forward from the point of which this is beginning 

Each moment fresh

Movement without limits

Slow or fast

Language Judgment casted out

Burnt 

Defeated

New Sun 

Spacious escapades to decide without hindrance 

Walk here

There

Everywhere

Or don’t

Today 

Hello seems bigger in the world 

Memories will be ghosts playing tricks

Games of fiction

Fun to play with on a hill of nothing

Change narratives 

Give characters new faces

New bodies 

Play in the blind spots

Mold there becoming soul

Some creative way through 

Embrace language jargon playing in the background

My lion is resting 

Watching the children calmly

No cage to view

Free to lay in silence

Listen

Smell

All the things 

We are now

Being 

Paint

A small building with colors 

Symbols

Hands held out to catch

Behind the scene 

Sharp Ridge

Lovely yard with a new garden 

Love

We take the ships to the seas of everything 

Some harbors safe

Beams 

Hope and somber 

Teething 

Skin darkening 

Water softly 

Old roads new beginnings 

A young boy moves his body like a butterfly

Valley

No stillness in the swing 

Full cascades now

Allow it to surprise you

Crash

These waves are the life cycle of self 

Move in the breeze after resistance 

I am the poem 

I am the street

I am the hill with new flowers

They make the meals inside where its dank and symphony plays

No pictures not still

This home is real

Smells of seasons and chance

Hope filled with bulk flours

Seeds of the past 

Feed

Animals eat the scraps

We walk the crop lines in the evening just before dark

Left in the distance a peace offering for the wolves

Wild dogs with no chance

They protect souls 

Hearts with big ideas

Loving gracefully like manners of the past

Small children pop bubbles near the old burnt down barn

No laws left

We scatter our intent 

As we put the needle down

She sings 

Blues

Ballad

Mystery of loss and gain

Simple hues in the distance

Clean air purifying moments

Dirt roads like the wedding

Old hats and straw

Grit

Simple

Another way to make good on the promise

Owe yourself

Owe the universe

Fall back in a moody river of all things risked and ignored

Here