Balloons

Being Enlightened

Some days are so grey
Like all the colour has been drained
And replaced with the colour of non-colour
It brings an emptiness to my soul
Makes me feel far from whole
Today I feel shocked
By people who sing & talk
Of love for their fellow man
Yet that is all they do
They blow hot air
Somehow they fill others with that air
And I am looking at a bunch of balloons
Wearing masks of many colours
All tied together
They do LOOK nice
Every kid wants one
But the wind takes them
Off they go
Blowing in the breeze
Slowly drifting apart
They forgot that all they are filled with is hot air
They could have gone on if only they had filled up with care

tenaciousA

where the sum is greater than the whole
forgive me, synergy
synergize my soul
make me on the inside
like the handfull of strings tied to beautiful balloons
so many shapes
and sizes
all within the same bunch
all riding the same hunch of baby's breath

make in all of us a knot stronger than the obvious
twenty three plus twenty three
my twenty three plus your twenty three
how 'bout it?
my place or yours baby?

if i stretch my eyelids out far enough and hook 'em around my ears

do you think that'd look pretty wierd?

oh yeah

i do, too


see?

we do have something in common...

keven 33

and the hot air circulates
when creativity is the being
there will be times
of hopeless thought

get out get a job
it sucks