#eyeconreality

This work, they say it never ends, never breaks and never bends, just like love, without trends, a constant source for souls to mend, in the fires, healing blends with melting hearts, then wisdom sends, answers through the pain again in ways to see the light depends on the levels rendered to ascend, mental scapes escaping heads, in art forms formed to friend, expressions of a collective splendor, transmute rendering of fearful possibilities continually until the mind stretches beyond duality, asight unseen, beyond karma, beyond dreams, beyond the clouds and all beings, above the places thought to be, consistent with a part of me, a part of you, I believe, in too many irrelevant things, the human condition conditioned to be, fragile to these hearts that beat, fearful more than fearless deeds impede the journey much indeed, time and space, an endless feat, if focused on, I'll try to sleep, if focused on, I'll try to eat, if focused on I'll beat the darkness sent by name, I'll send it back to which it came, to protect my love and my word again, I need not needs or wants to send feelings of empowering ebbs, flowing in and out I've said, like birds in trees when weathers sent, harbored by, heaven sent, hell bent, with high intent, to change the minds and hearts of men. Written by Daniel Joseph Taylor @omnithex #eyeconreality (at Central Park, Billings MT)

I cannot deny what it is I find when I look into my eyes in the mirror, no lies, the truth is what's clearer, not designed to instill fear in the viewer, just a reflection to analyze, a patient on a scuer, spinning around on a rock traveling, a case with much humor, lines for the consumer to read, love to feed the empty heart that bleeds eternally in search of me, finally I see a door on this journey to be connected to the source of what I truly believe, now I see, everything that's been fleeting me, deceiving me, reflecting back internally, outwardly responding accordingly to the vibrating thoughts emploring me to curiously seek the hidden source of energy within all beings and surfacing such things comes with the words I bring, the songs I sing, the candles I light, the thoughts I think, just to be seen, through the eyes of others who've been in the cold with no cover, lost with no lover, courage I must muster to achieve myself such wonder of seeing past one another, in time we'll see the meaning of the big picture and our blunders, stuck in a storm that constantly thunders, clouds bring shade to rest and recover, there is still much left to uncover. Written by Daniel Joseph Taylor @omnithex #eyeconreality

We've come so far, and we have stepped right here, my dear, in this location without texts or dictation, intuition based on mental stimulation placed by heart palpations stemming from the roots of human relations to form yet another situation as a burden of proof we can over think but I'd rather move on in the direction that brought us here, either consciously scared or aware, there are bare moments that shine just too daringly to deny when I'm near your side, synchronicity in its prime, unconditional and alive, just ideas of the creative mind moving on with more clues to find to unwind transgressions in the spine that disalign the fine tuning of the devine turning a blind minds eye to the sky when a bird flies by in hopes you see the light designed to ignite the fire burning in your soul, I refuse to grow old knowing I could be bestowing gratefulness in all those flowing to and from my love, lets get baked in the sun, activate the rate at which our prayers become one with the mind and the world that we both come from in love and not afraid to become like the moon when we just need a hug from each other once in a while under no expectations of what's coming soon, phases shining through, free to be the epitome of anything in infinity, I'll believe in you like I believe in me. Written by Daniel Joseph Taylor @omnithex #eyeconreality #new #moon #crazy (at Central Park, Billings MT)

Traveling while sitting still, my will, focused and thrilling, finally filling myself, full to the brim, thinking of trimming fat edges and loose ends, flowing out with season trends, letting go of endless debts of heartless bends, breaking inside to expose innocence lost at costs taking the now from moments being tossed in the air, why care, I determine my fairness and ediquette depending on what's best from tests investing in presenting me entirely forms of manifestation, patients in the way of gestation of my thoughts in a current application presently impressing me with ideas of fear of why my dear isn't here, I'll steer in a new direction, perfection in habitual contention against an actual connection with anyone intending on confection of feelings in me, I'll impede I cannot decieve myself or anyone else, it'd be a waste of time to seek when I already know what's best for me, even in times of disbelief, I find relief by telling myself to rest in peace, I'm alive and breathing, not kicking and screaming seemingly in attempts to deny intense feelings to spare someone else reading from going through the same bleeding, I'm not needing anything, I'm content in my being, as fleeting as it seems, I'm not giving up on my dreams, just tearing the seems of attachment for freedom for me. No mistakes. I know what it takes, at times I wish I could be insincere and fake to hide the things that won't go away but holding on just seems to get in the way. Written by Daniel Joseph Taylor @omnithex #eyeconreality (at Montana)

We've read, we've heard, we've seen it ourselves, middles and riddles, and fiddles abound, miracles that penetrate the very sound walls we've built to keep out that which fools our hearts into believing such doubt about what is possible and what is not without shear application, a directed scout, a choice, in the jungles and deserts abound, the barren lands of our mind with no sound, when we find a jewel in the sand on a journey profound, that spans reason and logic astounding and time in a sense allowing all relative to fight the feelings so dense, everything slows in part of defense, hours of pain become months of fear behind fences, and a split second in love can feel like a year in retrospection, I'm still here, weathered by tests of ascention, I've summoned my best to clear the air and retention, distressed within intention, and since it's conception, I've been a mess, the seed in the dirt just growing to impress, the planet that soothes me and the hand that gave me rest, I've seen things happen, that can't be repressed, expressed or explained insightly not seeming deranged or unsightly within a sense, out of context, psueudo ideas that have grown faster than the torches set to burn me down with my offset truth between me and you, an inside joke, my light shining through, yore part of everyone of these bombs that I brew to tear down the walls that have misconstrude everything. Without you I cannot believe in anything. You're reading these words along with indemnity, their creating a space where your mind can be anything, possibly in ideas and that dont deny the very thing you and I know. It's all a show, and anything is possible. Written by Daniel Joseph Taylor @omnithex #eyeconreality

Light years away, galaxies play, in a jar on a shelf just waiting for the day to say all the things one could relate to another in this space to achieve greatness in places most often left to waste, distracted by taste, preferences contemplate what's real and what's fake only knowing the truth by playing the game, and paying the same as those that walked before on the paths against the grain, insanity to some, just using different bait, cast out a line and wait, penetrate the state at which you perpetrate desires dominant to loving instead feeding their submissive hate and repay the debts past along the way with lessons learned in ash earns on the shelf, mental wealth, life's a journey, reminders hidden well, in plain sight, from those still in hell, are you feeling well, anxieties rise as the tide pulls shells apart from masks that yell to be heard, all these words, flowing into verses, taking time without rehearsal to allow all thats universal to shine through, just like you. Written by Daniel Joseph Taylor @omnithex #eyeconreality (at Central Park, Billings MT)

A drop off blood is all thats needed to see inside what's deeply seeded, in our hearts always bleeding, beating since the dawn, believing ears increase as tongues depleteing from sounds impeding silent messages aloud, not proud, profound, confident and around, aloof and astounding in bounds of love and grace, lightning in this cloudy space, right in our face, erasing all contradictions of faith elated to take steps like a baby would make, all or nothing today, laughing at falling all the way, not seeing mistakes, just seeking the cause of body and earth quakes, tornados and hurricanes inside love, mental power, and novacaine to numb the pain of everyday after feeling what now became a lighter for to fire my sage, love in a candle flame, along with soul to which his name be heard, healing tribes of souls like flocks of birds, that to all of us can inwardly relate, interchanged, rearranged through time and retrograde, a balancing act that relieves the distance between spirit and the brain, a split second easily became eternity in a dream when the synapse gave way to creative stages of change from the illusion of speed and falling rain in our bedrooms flooding like words from pages overflowing our minds and screens or books in times we need answers for the truth we seek, look inside, is it calm or screaming, alone or needing assurance, here's insurance, save 15% by scratching the surface of what we're here for and what's our true purpose, in these lines and verses, before and after we learn we create the blessings and curses, to see if it's all worth it, I believe we've earned it, everything and nothing always burning to become more worthy of forgetting everything in the arms of enduring love, as below so above, fearless in flight from the light that which you come. Written by Daniel Joseph Taylor @omnithex #eyeconreality #seedoflife #floweroflife #truthoflife

I give my all to you, the one who's shown true, through the depths that I've trudged, to the heights that I knew existed, I envisioned this all as a kid, distracted by everything, a leaking siv, never listening to others tell me how to live and when I did, I despised ever minute I was stuck in a world that didn't see beyond my skin, an abhorrent soul, disgusted and lost, placed on the path of my destructive thoughts, praying to a god but never knowing the cost of the price to pay to achieve the things I say I want, impatient and locked in a box never letting things be just how they are, traveling farther and farther until I was lost. And there you were, standing tall, in the mirror I see what I've been looking for all along, in the books and the songs, in the hearts and minds of vagabonds who have so much more than the millionaire sons, I now stand my ground, I don't run, I open my eyes and stare at the sun, blinding myself to all that I've done, I talk to the moon in the hours that pass like a phone call from an old friend from the past and she sends all sorts of things to help mend my heart, a true friend, never going to far, eternal sunshine of the weathered mind, wiped clean from all karmatic ties, left free to my own device, to find myself and finally be nice. Written by Daniel Joseph Taylor @omnithex #eyeconreality (at Central Park, Billings MT)