I am searching for the core. I try to find it in poetry, fire dancing, music, just art of any kind including mind arts like yoga and meditation.

Oh yeah, and Im new to this so feedback would be nice.

Stimulate my mind to decrease this excess buildup of earwax in the tunnel of my brain called boredum,
Define and reline the borders of my sanity,
Correct the unbalanced world of thought with joy.
Introspective thoughts arise,
Do we judge even the introspection? WHERE DOES IT END?
Prediction fixation on the mind misleading,
Not untrue tis helpful,
known to change a life in small doses.
Wondering about wonder
Introspectjudgistic blob of oozing decomposed thought eating away at my mind...
Should haves are not present,
The second hand is moving on the clock... life is in action.
The curtain is always open, we just have to act.
Acting action exploding dendrites clearing the tunnel away,
Clear for takeoff.

Poem that made dream-

I whisper...
Its all a dream my dear.
I fear that we are just in a demension unclear.
Shaking the head of cloudy sunlight and clear blue waters stirring the tides.
Its all a dream... dissapear.
Rose at full bloom,
Watered so gently... beautiful dewdrops glistening in the pure night light of white.
Opening her mind...
I whisper its all a dream in her ear.
Nodding her head silently.
Now the dewdrops seperate from the deep luchious petals of red...
Back into the air to rain again.
Brown petals decay in a bed.
The red, turns to brown.
The night howles.
Waking up is so dissapointing.
Sinking wondering and hoping...
To dream a dream of smokey illusions captivating you and every possiblity of emotion,
It will rain again.
The bed of the dead will rise, eat your brain and leave you undead.
Dreaming a dream that may never end.
Until the day comes...licking every leaf of love,
and spirit you can.
Escaping the sleepless nights again.



Love, creativity, and energy
In the gypsy
Care free
Travelling wide eyed all through these hills of waves.
With ribbons of grass,
A sheet of satin
Wrapping around her "one with the elements" body.
As she lays holding the device of time
Now seen as broken illusions.

And when she sleeps,
We are concieved in her dreams
Everything that is woven in her satin sheet of the universe
Melts in
Gets poured into a solution called life.

Now,
Love is isolated
Creativity as well,
And energy is issolated
The whole universe rainbow is melted together
And disspersed throughout each moment

We are only trying to peice this puzzle
This universe spectrum back together
To restore the harmonious connection
throw thermodynamic laws like entropy away
To build dreams forever
Always remembering
And all knowing
we can build a positive gooey structure
To paste a collage of divination on the wall of our waking life
Until we paste these collages everywhere we go
And we live in dreams for eternity

The gypsy lays down with our world
And her world, a product of our own dreams...
Sleep sweet young woman
And walk these hills forever
For without you
I would not be

So let us take everything in
To see her dreams clearly
And as intended
To feel ourselves wrapped
Entangled comfortably in the sheet
Of the self.