Tattoos and Perfection

Locusts down to the bone on my right shoulder, bees building a lunar lander on my left

A laser carved lotus now rests in budah's hand,
Soon trees will turn the gears in the ruins of our human fear.

We may finally achieve perfection,
Until a dreamer invents the next microscope.

Location:Coronado St,San Buenaventura (Ventura),United States

This is Heaven & The Gelatenous Cube

Somehow I've escaped the world between firm perceptions
(That gray mass of questions and misdirections.)
I've lived in the gelatinous cube and survived...
Now I'm nude, armor left behind.

I don't know about you, but fantasy and lucid dreams have created me.
My ego has grown to the size of Leonardo Divinci's metaphorical balls.
I actually have the gall to believe I can do anything.

I've been blowing bubbles between 9 hour shifts, naps and dreams.
I love what I do, and the question now is who am I in-between.

I love this little thing we call life,
I don't know where I'm going but I've convinced myself it's forward.
I miss the silence of singlehood,
But I love the love of a lover.

I think this world were in is heaven,
Hell is any voice in our heads that tells us otherwise.

Practicing Grammer < (But Obviously Not Spelling)

It's the lion's choice
It's Christmas
Its color was brown
It's my turn to drive
Its tiny hand held mine
It's the reason we're together
We're alone finally
Were you happy?

Just practicing my: it's / its / were / we're grammar. I was writing with stream of consciousness, didn't realize it was a poem until much later.

MM