There It All Is.

History doesn't forget,
Nor does that endless time.
Mankind can always forget,
Eternal turning of the cheek.

But remember peripherals,
Always something in sight,
Closed eyes mean nothing,
They mean nothing at all.

But open, really open.
Accept diagonals and all.
Flips and turns are everywhere
But move straight.

And the road will still curve
Despite efforts, despite all.
But turn your open eyes around
There it all is.

A point, A stare.

Radiations occur with detail
Boxes stack, life is there.
Stairs lead to colored glass

Follow arrows, but question their direction.
See maps and wonder by whom it was made
A flag may mean; it may not.
And drapes cover not everything,

Follow stares, see direction.
To point is to define.
And an eyebrow raised tells a tale.
Stairs can lead to drapes on everything.

A perspective is key
Drapes might not be draped
But a stare is still crucial
And a point will always help.

Or closed eyes?
A loss of perspective, loss of understanding.
Goodbye stairs.
Goodbye.

Forever Distance.

Bending bands of existence
And mountains of forever
But the valleys underneath
They stretch short.

And think about existence
And the useless of forever
The valleys are where you run
Distance is what you need.

You'll never travel through existence
And forever doesn't effect you.
But many miles pass through valleys
Your life is the distance you need.

So worry not about existence
Fuck forever, fuck it all
Carefully progress valleys, but continue on
Forever distance.

Ambient Intimacies.

Ambient intimacies
Ghosts in familiarities.
You never know, though.
You never will.

Understand and understate.
Pile dirt on diamonds,
But not for real.
Never believe that.

Bricks pile for walls,
Chords shape worlds
Broken static for beauty
And any ending you want.

Wants and needs form days
And days form lives
And judgments make seconds
And there you have ambient intimacies.

Winter Air.

A beggar in the street,
Old man in a ship,
And you and I,
All have more to come.

Life can end now,
It could all disappear in a flash
And it could stretch on endlessly
But there's so much more to come.

For the fish down the stream
And a fiddle in a barn
And echoes in a cave,
There's infinitely more to come.

A stone in the river,
A tree no one can hear,
Wind in an empty field,
And winter air.

History can die, it can live,
Thoughts lose their way
But there'll always be more
to come.

Build on Roots (JBC)

A hypocrite's stand
Is one from a height
It's easy up there.

Nonsense rooted
Deep in the ground.
But you'll never be able
To pull them out.

Go ahead, try,
Try as you may.
It'll never work,
You'll never be right.

So moving past that,
Work from a different angle.
Look through new eyes.
Think a little.

Don't allow this
To reach your mind and blood
Instead build on it.
And you'll always win.