Petroglyphed !!

they say there ain't no escape hatch; i disagree,
no more are you free; bounded by a decree,
eyes have witnessed an evolution that it scares me,
the free will to be; seems an unattended history,
today on this ground; mere consumers are we,
where did the buzzing bee flee?
towards the silent orchestra maybe,
if you were to chew on a green cynical berry,
to flex them grey nerves in a yellow striped taxi,
would you join the earthdance in a revolting spree?
or lay back, smoke a cigar and remain a memory?
a part of this unethical trend, i don't want to be,
a moral war has fallen upon thee;
yet i haven't a clue of what degree,
trade your self in to one psychedelic army,
this liquid soul seems like a floating frisbee,
waiting to break free; wanting to be a gypsy;
en route to time immemorial; i'll keep busy,
they say there ain't no escape hatch; i disagree...

Eleventh Floor

overhead wooden beads meander
like hangin' creepers upon the bed
from shadows of the dark; protecting,
while you no more breathe;
while you bequeath;
and those feathers drip down
drops of martial dreams;
filling senses with shredded lies;
and eyes with flakes of cries;
remain to be open eyed sighs...

so goodbye broken trees;
n' goodbye empty fields;
we lay our souls on these
seven legged hazy weeds;
life here at the eleventh floor
starts when stairs vanish at the tenth;
thoughts here at the cerebral store
forever from y'all linger at an arm's length!!

Bewildered Perceptions

As easy as ignorance creeps by our shadow,

that a look back would fly you right through,

and lets you ponder of thoughts;

of those thoughts about to follow,

to screen you else's world in view,

like times when I'd do soul-hiking;

carries back a sense of awe;

an awe of the character in the film;

and if you'd question n critique

a shiver ain't far after all!!

what i thought once lived its end,
never would it move on. would it?
brother oh!! we're the living smoke;
and the light from a lone burnin' wick,
i'd know this for only real if
i've in a whisper soul-hiked your terrain,
while i was on the pyschonautic campaign;
they'd have the big answer one day; but
them goodfellas read this wandering piece in daze,
only to shrug in bewildered perceptions!!

Silent Tourist

of hangin' creepers petrified
in the misty mountain top,
lay her silver oaks shoot up
who just wouldn't stop,
my feet take a vicarious walk
on roads with a violet water drop,
in hands held and souls shared;
wonder if I'd be any better off....

The Scream

the doings that I could undo haunt;
like that speeding train rushing into my face;
and a sweat enough to inject a shiver,
a scream enough to scare the scarecrow,
i scream scared;
scared of how the world spun;
in silence i scream!!

Walking on the Milky Way

that  hidden feeling that brings you an ounce o' joy
may lie in a hot cup of cocoa;
or when you least expect it to greet you ahoy
that'll shower sunshine over the lost gecko!!

building castles with just one hand;
by the black-lit stream underground;
I've fallen for your spell,
wondering if the lazy sun opened up;
on the new ordinary; singing in a puzzle
if I've fallen for you spell

can I bribe you a picture for your wall?
or should I stumble into a roman warrior?
do i have to make an effort at all?
for a splendid sunlight to glow over this voyeur!!

i was told i was the one with a magic wand
building overnight castles on the desert land,
but think i've fallen for your spell,
wonder if your game has a name;
oh sweet scented clove, oh my green eyed love,
i've fallen for your spell...