stop counterculturalism now

I'm not arrogant,
I'm just impatient
I've seen all your eyes
and I've seen all your faces

Do you know the look?
Have you hidden it well?
I've seen your faces
Your lights on the waters, under lights,

Or less light than fantastic, reflected
Listless moments stolen, ah, for great glory
Admitting, unfolding, repenting
Against a backdrop night sky

Looking out from your eyes, the thing you've never seen
I'm waiting, beaming, uncovering, empty
As you hold, as you weigh, as you look
I've seen that look on every face; it's something less than waiting

It's a mist of experience, formed, a mind clouded, disconnection
It is the face of every crowd
Sad eyes on a summer day
A jewel on a cold face

Is this how we enter Jerusalem?
With eyes closed and open and listless
I sit across, waiting, and gazing
For my soul to be released

is this thing on?

So, I got my hands dirty playing with a fence next to an open natural gas pipeline near an amusement park kids roller coaster fake pond. But Barack Obama was coming over to the adjacent house which someone in my family lived in and I didn't have time to wash so I shook his hand anyway. (He was much shorter than me in real life but did have a winning smile). No wonder I almost never remember my dreams when they are this random.

"Austin has places all over the place...

The Words are already on the page, what's missing is the ink.
All the white messy space, spanning from the crisp, bleached corners...
Create an indelible imprint of your being, do not go silently into the dark.
The flicker of light behind your eyes should be read by someone again...
No matter what came before.

No one transcends. We are all free.

"Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark."

integrity, honesty, vigor, vitality, and love

It is simple for some.