More than Words !

He quits smiles, along with his own sadness, Praises of slow silent death of pneumonia fever, His words meant nothing as they want to hear, No one could see this man of magical madness !

She was forever a botanist,  a single flower in the stone, enchanted enriching her smile,  rising along the cosmic ripple,  moon-birds, to raining clouds,  ends up in the rainbow songs,  ascending above anything seen,  she sings as the spring waves,  rejuvenating all that is of life,  beauty projection of nymphs, moon-struck her mirror self,  her hair curves ways to paradise,  penguins humming of bright sky,  she's a botanist of my heart !

digging those roots of individuality, these dwellers constructed of flesh, what causes complications to upturn, passing unto self's to playing beings, existing upon particles up-to humanity, nothing but a inside of that outside, building pyramids to perpetual lines, results expressed in tangling discord, approaching to comprehension source, answer's are mere speculation drawn, with no penetration to that acceptance, wrong estimations to rightful conducts, unreasonable vitality of this individual, from mouth to anus, connecting paths, thoughts goes from sex to serenity, uniquely evolving within and expanding !

what is not ridiculous about systems, having all non-comprehensible distinction, ideologies capturing the free moving life, "you are this fucking that", makes no sense, what road will you lay upon the pointless, existence in brackets are for retarded, are you that retarded one? slavery they say ended long over time, but I see slaves everywhere, not that they lack beauty, but unaware- of the life being so vivid, so orgasmic, I see slaves of televisions, of cigarettes, I see slaves of worktime, of religions, I even see slaves of attractions and love, and what not? Slavery still exists ! So- what will I call these beautiful retards ?

ways to say the way it needs to be said, dictionaries inside one's heads combining, with another dictionary; forming conversation, how weird is this act of us talking around, acoustic medium of waves forming thoughts, pressurizing enough to make one fall in love, cerebral cortex going wilder with every impulse, telepathic informality disguised as languages, who's primitive to sing life into existence birds, independent act of varied description points, deeper beyond nature; un-existing individuality, paradigmatic views leading unto non locality, meanwhile, matter broke into touches infinity !

'transcending ego',   the trance that's ending this ego,  this poor little stranger called self,  "cheer up",  it says to the stillness,  run after tailor's  who made worlds,  this computer work you, reality extracted into  floating infinity,  evolution inside  isolated boundaries,  keeping up the  dissolved doorways,  awareness as  misinterpreted shadow, efficiently crawling  into the system-less,  primary qualities;  secondary taxonomy,  melancholia to  volumes of schizophrenia,  reclaiming sanity  natures confusion,  so, its you,  except that life wraps itself !

Nepal interludes in-between the secrets,  what you know of this land is delusions,  the mandala pointing toward the novelty,  shambhala slowly fading into time twists,  smiling Himalaya misleading solitary steps,  Shiva, the ultimate hippie who ever danced, the hashes smell all over the temple floors,  stargazing needs heart eyes of ayahuasca,  in-between sadhu's are the hidden feats,  Annapurna linked down invisible landscape,  dancing giant's stirred along pretensions,  the air cover's up the atmosphere to space,  this land know's more than all civilizations,  enriching solar solstices to lunar singularity,  expedition to the exploration of lost horizon !