Visions of the future.
ESP with children.
Expert in body language.
dreams of people I havnt met.
Their names yelled at my ears.
I find them on Facebook.
And its their fucking birthday.
What the fuck is next??
Im not scared though.
even when not with the young children or the happy old greys
I feel like I belong now.
im more confident now.
Cause I realized all this stuff is able to happen, but not until today I fully realized it happens to ME.
I get to feel these things. These enormous ammounts of feelings.
when I came to one of those things that work but still make no sence. I forget the word. I was so confused. And I was happy about it. I wrapped myself up in a blanket of the silliness and screamed. I was laughing so hard that the light above me flickered. (witch might not actually be my fault, but the light is fine now.)
The only thing that surprised me is that I wasnt surprised at the fact that I wasnt surprised about aomething like that.
Interestingx3
Like when someone says something I dont believe. Its interestingx3. Its interesting that it may have happened. Interesting that I didnt bleieve them and its interesting why I dont believe them..or if I dont know why i dont, that replaces the last interesting.
Mothers and children have their own “esp” moments. Same with siblings. Children have some all on their own too. The thing is mothers will call it instict, the siblings often aren’t aware that they have them and its usually the same with children.
Now looking back to mothers and children, when I look at the things in the universe I see the universe’s offspring.
I’ve agknowledged (as much as possible for me) that I am a “grandbaby of something brilliant. Ane therefor a baby of the universe. All of it. Not just my mom. (Who knows. If grass didn’t grow on that one island I might not have been here) the birth of myself was a long time coming. Same with everyone and everything.
Knowing were are all connected is one thing. Any fool can know, but being able to understand it in a way I could has made me able for all sorts of things. I’ve felt such strange things. Strange things happen to me in my sleep. So strange that I’m ashamed to be only able to call them beautiful.
The coolest thing ever is: we all have the potential to do this.
If not, a lot of you guys are so fucking cool anyway. Just being who you are. Yelling at the tv at the football games. Havin a lucky football. Talking with your fuckin hands. Talking with your hips. The way two of you get together and tell stories
“Blah blah blah blah” “yeah. Blah blah” “and blah blah blah BLAH” “YEAH. BLAH” (not to be mean with the blahs.)
Holding hands. Singing. Dancing. Jewelery. Babies. Pool games. Growth. Enormous ammounts of growth(rebirths). swingsets. Trampolines. Love. Excitedness. Laughter.
I wrap myself up in a blanket of it. Occasionally pointing out some of the cool things that are often overlooked (causing me to get either looks of infatuation or looks of “…huh?”)
And all this shit happens. And I get to FEEEL THINGS. I get to be a part of all this.
Nevermind
I’m stuck on one station
of static and gray.
I’m not sure if what i am doing
is really what i want,
or if i really want anything.
Sometimes
i forget my name
or that i am even here.
Sometimes i forget there is
a “here”.
The man-made concepts
of time
and right and wrong
slip through my fingers
like room temperature sand.
all i can think about
is wholeness.
I listen to alot of art.
I see alot of music.
I spit out alot of advise
from a whole mind.
I sew whole seeds into
half-plowed fields
of the half-alive people
that i am very jealous of.
Alive
it will happen when you realize
that youve done something very
selfish.
it will come at 60, 70,
maybe 80 miles an hour.
you wont feel a thing.
it penetrates your being
and your soul is re-created.
if there is anything greater
than the birth of a new set of eyes
to see the world through,
its coming back to life.
everything shoves you further
out of existence,
mixes you up,
and you evolve into something real.
the three-dimensional arms
of everything around you
pulls you back in to itself
your part of everything
in an entirely different way
and you’re an individual again.
you become
re-blessed
with insecurities,
and you’re finally able to feel all the pain youve been missing.
the pain flies at you at 60, 70,
maybe 80 miles an hour.
it penetrates your being,
and it feels damn good.
