Relaxing in archaic fear-repressed infinitesimals
Waxing algebraic iridescent hexadecimals
Decibels incessant in their gooey dewy decimals
Pessimistic surrealistic metaphysic festivals
Irrepressible
Never Again
It seems like our dreams are crushed by our foes
Our leaders, our jobs, the world, and our woes
But look a little closer and the truth often shows
That we are the walls that we find
The doubts and the fears that vibrate our minds
The trembling bouts that rise in the spine
That cloud out the sun that just wants to shine~
Mostly, it’s simply our doing
Don’t be your villain!
Stop saying NO!
If life does the killin’ — then yeah– let it go
If somebody stands and demands they’re your foe
Sometimes you’ll need to back down
But most of the time, in most every place
You’re certain to find that this isn’t the case
In all that you try, and tremble to face
You block the way to your wealth
But today is your day to make peace with yourself
For the sake of your future and state of your health
Let the world crush you if it really wants to
But never again let your killer be you
Nearly Years
Sometimes I forget myself…
Sometimes I remember…
Sometimes I’m the rainy fogs
that gray the late November
Sometimes I’m the open skies
Julys arise to say
And other times I’m tighter lipped
Just warming– If I May
Oh warm the very, very, very
quiet heart of January
Then rise into a slow and steady March
Await what life shall now entrust you
Until the gusts of August thrust you
down from up the arch
For come the cusp of late October
Spirits flown shall leave you sober
One more year of life is over
And what have you to bring?
The bottled tears of yesteryears
And a dream anew in Spring
~{O
The long, dark of winter
makes me long for the spring
Wistful dreams of a life it may bring
~*
~< o >~
Look at yourself plain in the eye
The absolute vastness of all you’re denying
The massive adventures you long to endure
Let go all your doubts–
You’re already sure
Super Ego!
Alter your ego into an alter-ego of crime-fighting profundance!
Standing tall against the injustices of human conditioning!
Liberating repressed emotions of their septic cages!
Foiling the over-elaborate plots of crafty no-goodniks!
Calming frantic masses
Standing under pressure
Fighting for what’s right
Honest talk
Honest thought
Liberty & Light
There’s an angel on your shoulder
There’s a hero in your head
Your ego has an alter-ego
That saves your world instead
Watta Trip
Gonna drink an iron tonic ~ so ironic
Role another chronicle
Parti subatomical
After all, we’re phenomenal nominal hominal animals
Treated like cannibals …for eating the earth
Just for devouring the means of our birth
And all for some lazy old habits and fears
When the answers we need are already here
Astrol~*
That rare form of leisure
That mystical stroll
Where outside is space
And inside’s a black hole
And you know that you’re changing and falling apart
Round this cosmic collapse of the star that’s your heart
So let yourself go
Fall into that hole
Like a tunnel through space
To the seat of your soul
Where all is collapsing and being reborn
And the break in your heart is a break in the storm
That’s shaking your roles
And waking your soul
To the state of your goals
And where to perform
Be still in that nova*
Collapse calls for peace
…feel every iota…
~ and feel it release ~
< x > * < o >
/ ~ * ~ \
Relax in the moment, no-matter the facts
your only control is in how you react
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Pathwise
Doobie Continued ~
Wake n’ wacky, bake n’ baccy
Take a sticky-icky token
Hippy happy laffin’ taffy
Super smokin’ broken open
Tokin’ till we’re dope n’ daffy
The World of Old
The sun rises red, as it does every day
A lone, angry eye in a skyful of gray
Today there are birds… that’s a relief
And the wind’s making rattles of the withering leaf
But the mountains, the mountains are nearly now gone
Barely a trace past the trees
Dim silouhettes through a silk curtain drawn
Lost now, to all but the breeze
Yet still I remember a sky painted blue~!
And a bright yellow sun that used to shine through
Still I remember the crispness of air
The coolness of water ~ a headful of hair
I wish I could say that the world just went bald…
But I know in my heart it’s not true
I want to believe that we’ve come to evolve
But that proof is now nearly gone too
I don’t know why I keep this record
Like some caveman that paints on a wall
A crazy old ghost that tells of a world
They won’t be comprehending at all
How to explain the taste of clean water?
How to describe the smell of fresh air?
The knowledge of rain? The concept of pain?
The texture and pleasure of hair?
God, I miss that world so much~~~
The clouds! The stars! The moon…
How I wish that I could touch
Just taste that place I knew
But all that was… has gone to fog
Lost in a veil of doubt
We thought the world would end in fire…
…but it’s smoke that drowned us out
Lotto
Don’t wanna follow
No hello-hollow ghetto grotto
That’s my motto
Fleeting Avoid
When you’re feeling devoid
And feeling …the void…
Remember, Remember
~ –_–~
it maybe enjoyed.
Analog
A
marble
A Starburst
A gold lock of hair
A rare kind of lifeform
The core of a pear
The ring on my finger
One hardy cashew
These are the things
That I’ve found
in my poo
Know now
I love love
I hate hate
I fear fear
And great’s great
I’m nervous I’ll act nervously
And excited to excite
I’m left with all that I have left
And writing what seems right
It seems to me that seemingly
We only dream our dreams
Then dramatize with drama lives
And don’t mean what that means
Factor in a lack of facts
And a tractor’s worth of crossing tracks
Stacked against our rising stacks
Atop our towers toppling
When thrown from off our golden thrones
We hobble into hobbling
Humbled in humility
Defying the defiance
Resolving with our last resolve
To silence all in silence
to err is human
to water is fish
Astral Mass
Even as the comets fall
And even as the bringers call us…
Even as the sky should swallow
down the earth and kill us all
Even as the world I trust
shall spill its soul and turn to dust
I trust that it shall grin
For even as there’s stars to shine
Those stars are here within.
A Short Cut
Look for the feeling, not for the thing
Emotions are oceans, the other a spring
A spring will run dry, the seas always sing
Search for the feeling you want from the thing
Peace of Art
The world’s but a canvass on which we project
The colourful views that we choose to protect
So pull out your paintbrush
Your palette, your knife
Pour out your colours and paint for your life~!
So long as you’ve a beating heart
A giving hand, a living part
There is no end, there’s just the start
of all you’ve yet to finish
So let the flow of all you know
Just grow and gush… and then let go
You must let go
And let the hush fill all you know
And this humble brush, in hidden hands
Shall paint a swath across the lands
As colours flow in grand designs
of so much more than human minds~!
And as we find that we’re the tool
The piece, the part, the humble fool
in this peace of art of which we’re stuck
It seems each stroke… is one of luck
Royalty
[ Click me~^ ]
~* < o > *~
Weed ~ Better
MDMA
That’s what acid?
~ *~ `<o>’ ~* ~
We’d better empty ’em, eh?
That’s what I said.
Grinin’bare
The grim reaper grins sleeperly
His tasks have been done for the day
The job can be hardening
The SUN is unpardoning
But someone must harvest the hay
Lost in Autonomy
Dreams and connections
Reverse ressurections
Imperfect endorphins unforming perfections
Deceptions
Elections in rigorous rage
Accepting the testing infesting our cages
Turning the pages
Unburning the flowers
Coursing the cost of the loss of our powerful ways
They’re Powerful Days
with powerful wonders right under the stage
It’s a Powerful Age
of sages in towers
Honestly lost in autonomous hours