Running from shoes

The tranquility of sleeping company is most re-assuring

spooning is as harmonious as drum brushes succuming to guitar rifts of some-one elses music

sleeping alone in night 's nicotine

doesn't meander

beyond a blanket of sheer dark misery

and substituting dulcit media for morphine

How i blended without conference as solitude certified my emancipation

for what is the escence of love if not grazing pastures of freedom

who would've thought that from bed springs i'd've sprung

sailing over the fortress of shoes

and hula hooping envelopes pelleting though my door in granat rocket formation trying to control me from within

as though damp seeking darts of bolivian cocaine

their sulphur and fermented barley headaches swamping lacquered memories

these legs whisk me to a place where i can search for myself without interuption

running from my shoes while various affiliations

perish like justice

me a purple rose running from uneventful, bluffing shoes

renegade, with double edged weaponry

renting expressions in tones of creed, to create a tangible explanation

dread; i run from them and yous

the daily blues , the evening news, the re-hashed obsalecence that we pick but don't choose

see i can live with the hustle but not with the muzzles internalising and haemoraging puzzles that cause us to screech out

but then reach out and pull the scream back in .

Scuse me but if life's so good how come everybody's struggling

and reeking of insecurities

I'm Dussing;

taurus style . Bounding through boundaries,

collecting bruises that will one day tickel my cockels when i reach the ether

running from cosmic freaks cursed with the blessing of intellect

from organisms with cognative egos

Though subject to genomics, a mesmerising devotion to modified status

Self judged and self appraised

re-hashing synthetic masters

till all you can embrace is kids and a personnal spacei

I'm sprinting as quick as

from tribal veils

paralleling benevolence and self preservation

I'll run till my skin sheds, my ears burst, till i render time zones static

and physiologically realise the religious myth of rebirth

from the pulp of populous I jet

inspired by love of balleric moonlight dancing on shimmering water like giggling birthstones

it was the perogative of the man to be a happy boy

My right to idolise rainbows before white collars

run till my cells fry and i cry with joy

to marvel at phsychadelic jet streams, juggling micro planets on fingertips as my hair floats through intergalactic time worms

One day i'll dance through dimensions as my mortal hub lies in the soil becoming crude oil

run so fast that, paying respects i can bypass fate, compartmentalise the past as i lap it, in the nature of perpetual inertia.

What would be the point of living again

when you've cupped the southern cross and watched the resurection float from your hands as the winter solstace wakes and the world turns blue

I may keep running, till I stumble into a sea of me, mom and dad

and all of the life we ever had. Then I'll be free