Have ...... - Rantings
Where have you been?

Oh, if you could only see what I see.

But, ya may have to die 1st. 'Cause I don't think you have the motivation to get here. You don't have what it takes ............ to drive you here.

"Is that a challenge?" - you ask. What do you think I have that you don't? Probably underStanding. Defintiely connection ........... w/it All. Abhuman ability to taste the Earth with no filters. Delrium. To your senses. Yet, you thirst for my sanity. My infinite tranquility. I have the eyes that need no goggles to see peace, through the dust & fire. And, I don't need courage to touch it. It comes natural to me.

I love. Without trying. I laugh w/out jokes. I AM not a screen that blocks any particle of chilled air. I can take it all. The shivers remind me that I can still feel the cool breath with or w/out cloth. If you fall, where is the mouth that eats your bones? You may slide for about a mile, But, you'll start flipping before ya know it. Like, just when you're no longer afraid and Pretend it's a water slide. You have a long way to go. It's only dirt. But, you begin to smile. You can love it. Now, that you can feel it no longer.

It took the snapping of sticks, like your back, to laugh at the invisible horror. I don't see it. I never had to do any of that to achieve the right breath. The sun's just never warm enough for you, is it? Your Hell is ice cold, isn't it? Aluminumn snakes are your best friends. Because they are neutral. They don't care who gets bitten. You just wanna be exotic & shiney. Well, it's getting dark. And, I'm o.k. with that. But, I can watch your nerves So the sky can see your damage.

But, we can still hear you screaming. Like the midnight birds that can't find food w/out their mother. Parents are temporary. Like you and your loss. Like me & my depth. I'll wake up 2morrow w/another dream to document. But, you were born a ghost and wish for skin 4ever. But, all you see are stars. And, they are older than you. All of them. And, they're o.k. w/that. Are you? Doubt it. I can smell your defeat. Ricecakes smell like that. There's no such death. You are, again, wrong.