after school
a cement road
divides 
separate sets of trees 
and
a stream.

right down the middle
i walk
thoughts drift off
disorderly
unimportant really
there is nothing
but the buzz of crickets
to disrupt me.

the leaves look like paint
the world feels like a movie
it's outstanding.

i feel unreal
improbable
exhilarated
annihilated.

i feel caught
inside a 
rainbow bubble
set in motion 
by the breath
of a
young dreamer
unscathed
by the
cement midway.

A little Clarification...

To my last post.

Somebody sent me a response saying: "Did u write this?! It's beautiful. Except the whole thing about God." They then went on to "clarify" by  agreeing with me on the topic of learning via experience rather than simply relying on second hand recounts, which I feel most people would concur with. However, I got the feeling that the real message still was not quite being understood.

So, I responded:  "It's all about God... and nominalism and mind forged manacles of society and institution restricting perception. I absolutely agree that you learn more from experience than from a second hand recount in a book that is why I don't believe that you can rely on one entity, one god, one bible to dictate how you perceive these experiences. I feel like "God" consists of the the responses of every single living entity not just one omnipotent being, and definitely not just human beings. You learn more about good versus evil, etcetera etcetera, from personally understanding the natural intuitive interactions among things than you do when your simply told that something is right. Pages in a book aren't evolving or growing the words of dead men are barren. You can learn a lot of really important useful information from those sorts of resources, but the wisdom of man is limited whereas the wisdom of nature is in the entire make up of the universe. The light of man can be disputed and extinguished. The light of organic learning has no limitation because the world is constantly evolving, one can not argue with its function."
 

I'm no Metaphysicist, but when you put Jellyfish in Outerspace...

Maybe we should all buy bicycles and backpacks with lots of room and just quit our jobs and burn our text books to stay warm in the winter and at night? Maybe we should really learn something in a tree or a on a hill or in the river or on a rock by the sea watching all the animals go by and the daffodils dance their crazy cool sway in the breeze? I guess only knowing what other, mostly dead, people tell you is cool too? Maybe sleeping in houses and not tents isn't only cool in hurricanes and blizzards? Maybe walking around all day and night wandering dreaming with high aims in the clouds is crazy and not cool at all? Maybe i'm not just not very hip? I hate writing papers really. I like crazy rambling and using whatever words I want like crazy and cool over and over again and sometimes in the same sentence multiple times. I like not having to be standard and metaphorical and beautifully based. Sometimes it's nice to just be ugly. What is wrong with ugly and who say's it's ugly anyways? Who says everything has to make perfect sense and be perfectly ordered? Why does one word have to equal twenty when your saying the same thing really? What is up with MLA and APA and who says that "He says" isn't good enough for citation? Why is everything so systematic, meticulous, mundane, orderly, painstaking, boring, tedious, unexciting, sans joy and sans creation? Why do we have to be super warm in winter and super cool in summer? Why can't we just feel to a reasonable extent? Why does 85 suddenly become the new 70 just because it's 30? Maybe mountains make better homes for people than duplexes? Maybe minds are really just floating around creating worlds that really exist for artifice alone? Maybe I am God and maybe you are too? Maybe we should all build adobe homes and stop tearing down forests and move to the desert and then back again because one place is not everyplace there is to see and seeing is believing much more so than hearing?

I often wish I could evaporate into nature. Grow into a great oak. Experience the changing leaves first hand. Breathe in the dew filled chilled morning air. I've never felt more content disappearing into the unknown forest feeling found, lost in the wilderness.