Free Falling~ All Pride Aside

There is a note in my mind that just runs on and on working towards harmony and hoping to kiss the sky. Sweet honey dews and the taste of the buzzing bees into trees and where I could be. It is the taste of possibility that I suppose I seek and should I redeem my sight from the twisted vines of aging time I might find myself unleashed and right. Upright, right-side, determined in no fright or relight my fuse.. I am not a bomb on delay, I am a frayed switch to a portal of this light body being released... Release me like the news release on page 5 of the daily Argus Leader that flips itself into rumpled folds onto the kitchen countertop every morning at half past 8. I can't let it all just fall away, not like this. These ashes are gray, yet my faith remains. I am 25, alive, revived, determined to survive in due time by stride to stride fascination for this beautiful life.

I stop like the train tracks at the edge of a cliff top. Quick~ There is a moment that I within may breathe deep and release haste. I feel sometimes that I carry the World in my pocket but feel the weight of this treasure on my soul. Like chains sometimes, pulling me onwards, and I somehow am still in control.

I don't know what the right word is. I stop in my rambles, I feel like shambles upon shambles of twisted metal laying upon the crumbling hills of that cluttered landscape across the Mexico-American border in El Paso. Character, indeed, I have it. Yet, the wear, the tears, the shuttering feel when the wind blows me, yet again, temtping me to release my ground and fall. Tumbling like dominos into the world beneath me.

I usually do free fall. Hang glide rider like the mystical doors of time. Jim Morrison holds for me a glass of mushroom tea to enlighten my mind. And suddenly I am ripped open and raw, but not afraid to be open to this shamanistic, and religously spiritual side. So I am a wanderer, a seeker, a daughter, and a mime. I seep melatonin visions through the darkened mists as I wish my fears away in dreamtime. My body is a careful collection of minerals and nutrients rumbling and tumbling through the crap of toxic material that lay like tombstones in places I can't see deep inside. F*ck you corporate America for stealing my youth, my grandfathers, my family and my time. I don't mean to display anger, I have high hopes, but it is their inside. Like the metal weight and pesticide residue deep in the wax of my Gala apple I just bought at Hyvee for $1.95. Virtual suicide, just to eat to survive. If I were rich.... Maybe then I wouldn't be afraid that someday soon I will die.