Imaginary mind reader

It happened this way:
Eyes burned holes through walls
and behind the hard barrier was left nothing
but empty space.
A space so empty that the wind had nothing to pick up and dance with.
Nothing was there but the air
and it barely kept a small breeze company.
It was only then, when the walls had all had their falls
and been burned through and battered
that it was realized that there was nothing to be searching for.
Eyes were in fact burning imaginary walls that created imaginary space
and this left imaginary pain
which, of course, does not hurt unless you let it. 

Awake

There used to be this little ball of darkness
that would climb through my window in the early morning.
It was there when I awoke in the bed that was covered in red.
It would hover over my chest then press down with its invisible weight
so that I - could not escape.
Now when I awake, I do not feel such a great weight.
Instead, a beautiful spark of light shines in
and lets a glorious day begin.

Hearts go out.

Pictures burned into a mind
Seen through internet sites and newspapers.
Images evoking pain
Depicted at a distant
So we cannot really feel what has been felt.
But hearts go out
To those without.
We see:
Tolls rise, lives moving
On and off.
But, then more, everything turns around
With a nuclear reactor meltdown
Could be a dose of reality, says q.
A wake up to 'our' world
Where nothing is really what we could call new.
It comes back to the idea that this world still has the control
We are it's victims
Our never-ending role.
We are connected now, more than ever
Through social networks and media forms
Knowing instantaneously, that has become the new norm.
Everything here, in the now
So hearts go out
Learning to never have doubt
in the capacity of this place,
New age, one connected race.
Daily troubles put to shame
Living the moment,
Here, our connected aim.

Walking up the Walls.

Tonight I walked up a wall with my eyes open
I found the world had shifted
and liked what I saw.
Life looked lovely with a side profile.
Somehow life is calmed when you are walking on the rise
blood flow is leveled
as is frame of mind.
All speed is slowed
and I when I saw my heart, it glowed.

As everyone is moving backwards,

I’ll walk forwards against a current.

And when everyone falls down

I’ll rise

And touch the sun with my hands.

When robins sing melancholic tunes,

When he speaks egregious words,

When she spits, curses and cries

I’ll retort in silence.

When acid rains falls in my backyard

And haze fills my eyes

Then I will write all that needs to written

And it will be known, how it was and how it is. 

Slow Moves.

You shall see,
ever so slowly we will find it,
exactly what we are looking for
and all eyes will sparkle like those of a small child
and all hearts will sing the songs of birds in spring
and all the tears will turn to laughter.
Ever so slowly will we know all the right answers
and life will roll smoothly of our shoulders.
Just wait, slow moves will arise.

A circling thought.

That sound that doesn't make a sound unless you're around
is that still a sound?
Hearing, a sense that needs you to be true
but this -
is asked of anything; so silly really.
That man that you see
well would that still be he if he were to simply just be
alone that is
I think so...
But I suppose what I'm wondering is if we must be there
to really care
or to see it to believe it.
To get to have something if you are present.
And if not then what?
Troubling I suppose
for with all the problems that arose
and continue to come
and go
yet I didn't know!
When they came and went
I didn't spend a cent
or try
for I was unaware
so the problems pass yet last
and I am left with only thoughts that get me nowhere
except with a simple rhyme that took but a moment of my time.

Age

when you moved to the next level
you did not feel the change in air pressure
but as time passed
you became aware of a feeling,
the collapse in your lungs
and the movements never to be undone.
with mirrors as the witnesses,
an observance of a lifetime of physical evidence
your eyes stare back at you
with the gaze speaking of overwhelming age
and you wonder how many levels you could climb
without the faintest perception of an inevitable time.