confined chaos

implosions, there is
too much to see and hear,
all in all too much to comprehend
if it ever seems not enough, keep piling the wooden lettered blocks
stack the useless thoughts in an organized manner
filing away the days, the noise, the nonsense
fashion a non-self, that is what you are
pay no mind to what is matter
a proclaimed illusion, abandoned delusions
exeunt reality, so somewhere far off in imagination
explosion would be a definite possibility
and memory, not at all an option
as a geyser, streaming into space
interpret these words, which have become numbers
hurdle over and burrow under
sense of self, detached;
fluent, like a river
silent, as the mountains'
geometric peaks
chaos in confinement when i fare well not to speak
acknowledging the unseen forces at work
to make all moments what they are.

l.o.v.e.

look on very excitedly

look over variable energy

long optimism vouching emptiness

liquid orange vapor evaporating

likeness opening vanquished elegy

lured onto valley edge

lifelike other varieties enable

left on visitor exact

leaped out ventana easily

left over variable energies

long overcome vertical endeavors

lucid onyx vision entrenched

likewise overwhelming varieties efficient

lucent omega verb exhaling

laughing out vivaciously ending

lights off vindictive elsewhere

livid obscure vexations eating

less of velocity escalating

lonely overwhelming victorious each

letters outside valour eclipsed

lines optional valiance elsewhere

lift or vault essence

loop or vanquish early

likeness opposition vicarious even

leading over voltage equilibrium

leaving out vices effective

living only vocalizing equanimity

lunar opening vortex evolving

OG AND ME

Nature Reflection

The trees stand tall and watch,

Leaves fluttering in the breeze, reflecting light.

The pattern is that of white noise;

It enters my mind with grace

And sings back gently, in memory.

The water runs smoothly over the rocks.

Clear currents visible, soothing to the eye.

A steady sound of earth's peaceful vein,

A consistent, gentle flow,

Where the fish swim and the green grows.

How soft, the wind that brushes my skin,

It circulates and spins;

The finest air travels down from the tops of trees

To embrace us with its cooling touch.

It is invisible and I feel it well.

Walking up the mountain, the scent fills my nostrils.

The incline is steep and my breath becomes heavy,

The roots of the trees pop out like steps to guide,

As I scale a side of the world,

Transcending the top with clarity in mind,

Deep in the forest, sounds are amplified;

Voices reverberate through thousands of tree trunks,

The branches scrape the blue of the sky in praise of the sun;

The light shining through the canopies of leaves

As I contemplate further how we are all one.