The gritty rainbow on a sky to dye
Swinging my heart to the fences I voice a stubborn cry
Til’ my feet sounds like limping scars for those arts
Lacing apart and fourth, your dreams cloud me no more
Still… Silent… I finally speak my own lie
A grittier rainbow ...

Kiss this undulated heart for it knows vibration
Vibration knowing from within.
Hug this unburied thought for it glows gratulation
Gratulation glowing from within
Caress this unsheltered face for it shows sensation
Sensation showing from within
Cure this uncovered soul for it sows liberation
Liberation sowing from within

Invicibility shades and your rests fall in a bin
Invicibility creates what few guests calls from within
Watch your memory slide, forward and counterwise
As the crowd fades into their vertical grins

Visibility flows and your next comes to a scene
Visibility shows what effects rises so clean
Hear your ...

Exploding.miracle of past unloading
Enrolling fabric of the primal tolling
Feeling through your ratchet as you color your stones red
Imploding destruction of scales decoding
Controlling panic of the final poling.
Falling through your hatchet as you holler your wars dead

Lights cresting fallen heavens
As I still spin in dead-end meditations
Mind is questing, never resting
Grasping for more unspent levitations
“It is hopeless, a waste of time” I tell mind.
Again and again as I still spin in dead-end meditations

I am the mucky footed bullfrog that leapt out of the well of dreams
A place to be killed in what I leave behind
You’re beautiful and you’re growing up. but I am getting sick and I am getting old.
Am I your master or am I your ...

Watch. It advances. A blended eye to the one true contact.
Delicate, pristine night of visible disguise
Hear. It enlightens. A stuttered word to the one true conduct
Eloquent, redeemed might of audible delight
Feel. It entices. A torpid touch to the one true contract
Adequate, esteemed rite of physical ...

Rush hour veins. Heaven or heathen?
Will the electric pulse ever find peace? Even for a moment
Ongoing trains. Bettered or beaten?
Will the kinetic swing ever be pleased. Where’s the atonement?
Computer chains. Tether or treason?
Will the genetic soul ever have ease? Even for a moment.

Sound-proofed, but still aloud
Some say I make thunder, others cloud me mute
Still Alone, but in a shroud
Some will walk me by, others crowd me mad
“So when will your world arrive?” Quote one mind.
Deadborn, but still alive

Lights upon a fading sky.
Whipping the night to encircle the dead
Blocks are talking to your I.
Curve them a wave and encircle them red
Joys comes dancing you goodbye
A smile so wide it will encircle your head.

NaaN (Now, always and Never)