Category: Poetry

no more
sad dreams
fade in
into me
not sure where
we can go
unprotected
the only way I know
catacalysm in theory
breathe me
can we rise
disappear
disappear
beat the madness
beat the rhythym
wandering insular
finding new ways to pray
want to be together
and climb the closest nirvana
want to rise together
temporal
whisps of evolution
can’t we live this dream
this moment
lit universes of dust
love in our hearts
in a love universe
no more bad things
hand in hand
universes gliding
I’m there
I’m there
I’m there
I’m here
Not disappeared
Not the same
Revelation always through a thin layer
Revolution just a matter of mind
Now there is no more past
Who I was
Who we were
Is immutably gone
Woke
Woken
Through the veil
Here we are are
Shall we call this new place home
So scared
Always scared
Always scared
Moving ahead
Not letting scared stop me
Not afraid to be afraid
Running running
Gliding
Breathing
Life filling
The darkness swirling
Hand in hand
Angels or the devil
Who knows
Who cares
In love regardless
Fighting ourselves
Forward
Upsidedown
Backwards
Back into the cracks
Forward as backwards
Backwards as forwards
Back to dust
Dissipating into the sky
Another metamorphosis
No sadness
The universe is a garden
Sadness is happiness
Loss a part of having
Hold me
Hold me
Before we disappear

Lost in the ephemereal love of a catch call to action, the here I am for just today. Rain on the roof air in my lungs and love in my heart, a reality here for the second and any point abount to disappear. Is there a light in your eyes? Where is the magic magic, where is the progression, am I still just that sixteen year old who was half way half way, is there a purpose, is nothing a purpose, I don’t know, I’m just dancing in my head, always unsure just not going to let the straw break my back or the meaning of reality make me lose the faerie nature of reality. When I was a tree I felt more honest, but now I look to being the particles of nature again, drifting for infinite, for the tendrils to come together for some cosmic purpose, yet, then, here I am, in my purpose, what is it for what is it for, what is the greater we can do, what does light bring, why is it purpose to be light, what damned good does it mean the entirety of existence but then we are here, how must god feel, he must feel like everyone else, dazzled, and, wondering his own position, what is the what is the oh let the reality be all we have and I am not sure not sure but I am here and may I be true and as a soldier of the universe may I follow the purpose of a greater reality.

Feelings of lost time
Always the feeling of the future
But when does that disappear
Life as a graph
In a retrospective future
There are only so many permutations
What would be the highlights
Of my future self

Ahhhhhh
The allure of reinvention
This purmatation is without closure
Is it time to move or to keep resisting
What does the finite nature of life dictate

Sincerely unsure
Sincerely lost
A trend calcified into a law
Lost as a reason of being
Lost as a way of life
Sitting with my father on a swing set
“I always hoped to have achieved more”
Is our potential to continue achieving not universal?
Isn’t it?

Ring a round the rosy, pocket full of posies
A choo! A choo! We all fall down.

But here we are
Not in the darkest light
Or the lightest light
Just a rumination
Still infinite
Still moments untamed
Wrapped dimensions
And meaning perhaps something
Maybe not ours to understand

What does the speed of light mean?
What does the mathematical probability of quantum really mean?
Why is light both a particle and a wave?
How is an electron and a photon related?
Are we primitive, who is carrying the torch?

Wanting wanting
Wanting wanting
Wasting wasting
Wasting

My feet still good
Heart still beating
Still free
Free as I have ever been
Choices at a finger tip
Other mountains to climb
Dimensions to disappear into
Yet still this consistent reality
Still the same questions unanswered
A candle failing to illuminate
Yet, still casting light
Still a choice
And still, with every touch of a keyboard
A choice to stay
And understand
If there is such a thing as progress

ahhh lost scared scared lost
eyes open is this death
don’t sleep don’t sleep fight sleep never sleep
where where where
shake it off, reality
where in my dream am I right now
get out get out of me head
again and again the devil makes himself known
flee fly run away run away
where is the running to
the chase is all there is
flee flee
into a greater darkness
into the greater darkness
survival for another moment
just stay ahead just stay ahead
push push push
fly fly fly
an ant being stepped on
a crab being torn apart
birds preying from the sky
head down run run
every moment no peace
this is life this is life this if life
for the moment for all the moments

and da rage sickness
bleedin in bleedin out
we’s be
oh where’s be
oh what’s dis
ca va
comme ca
aint we sposed to
lazin in da sun
da nuthin da nuthin
a nuda try
a nuda time
Let me stare deeply into the darkness
Can I communicate me exhaustion
Here I am today, would you like to share a moment?
What are the questions asked?
Well, ahem, ahem
Exhaustion, are we both ready?

dammit wasn’t I supposed to be beyond?
Can I restart?
Have a refresh on this ritualization?
Yes, we stare into existence together?
Having the hope, the hope.
A hypothesis, we are the heros.
A belief, in ourselves.
Fragile, if we let ourselves be.
Fragile, if we let ourselves be.
Fragile, find the way through.
Strength, can we find the way through.
What is the purpose of this moment now
Are we at the beginning, the middle, or the end.
Oh, ca va, the flying from A to B
Patter patter
Brrrrrrr Brrrrrrr
I don’t see you
Was a sometime ago a something something
Worse better doesn’t make a damned difference
Sloppy meanderings,
Travails bowing to gravity,
Not give much of a fuck,
To be honest,
In the zone zone
Not the good zone
But let me blow
Systematic wandering
Oh, oh, oh

And here I am again
Contemplating the same revolutions
Stringing together words connected by sadness
Ca va, ca va
But, sadness is not the real emotion
A moment by the sea
Waves fill the air
I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know
Peace, or an attempt
War, or to fight against
Waves fill the air
Waves fill the air
Love in the world
Love in the air
Embrace it, as a choice
May I be the only real version of myself
That I can be
May these repetitions be an embrace
I am not, the one I should be
But I am
Today, I am
And with a moment, and the smell of salt
With waves filling the air
And war in my heart
Another day
Another day

light as light as light as light as light as light
intoxicated and fall and live and fly and dream
can you hear me?
sigh
sigh
big again
let me ruffle my feathers and be big for a second
then deflate
inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale
the words dry up dry up

cockroach on the table scurrying, scary, can’t kill it can’t kill it

how are we dreaming this day day
how are we seeing
all those things said
there is a such thing as a victory lap
but a failure lap seems a bit foolish
all those words to scream
and here I am
even unreadable to myself
Oh not so exhausted
Just so myself, that motherfucker
You know, the guys you love, but man,
why can’t he shut up and just just
I learned that yesterday when they built the pyramids they used weighted pulleys to make it easier to lift the great bricks, that’s clever
Sniffing the air and there is this rich air
And I get lost and flow and dance a bit
Even if I walk straight and don’t don’t smile
And I think of my run from Bosomin along the road with the wells where the air was so sweet it could choke and I’d shit on the side and feel wild and that tanker flipped but didn’t explode and the way I remember it is a memory so far so pure was it real those spiders in my room or the rain on my roof or Charles and Emmanuel playing in my room was it all real?
Inhale exhale
Sigh
I am fatter than I was, but even then I was worried of being fat, yet here I am also giving less of a fuck than I used to, why was I so unhappy then
Exhale inhale
Easy tricks
Subtle repetition
The visualization of the attempt
East to deconstruct
Where is the art?
But doesn’t it feel honest?
And isn’t art about honesty?
But if I could rhyme I would
Just, a sense I’m missing
In my disappearing
Disappearing
Lost ways always
But hey, with my friends!
La la la la
Sigh glide
Prayer mutter
I was reading Herman Hesse quotes
What do I give?
Except an internal monologue
Over a glass of wine
Sign glide
Stare
Stare
Stare
Bare
High
Higher
Stare
Knuckles white white white white white white
All this potential energy
Just waiting for the the right hour
Could I supernova
Could I supernova
Energy neither created or destroyed
All this wasted time
Does it spoil
A banana on the shelf?
Can’t it go somewhere
Can’t it go somewhere

And then ‘poof’ it is gone
as if as if
what is the proof of past light
would take faster than light
to know where it passed
optic nerves mean nothing
uncertainty
is the light to illuminate
or are we to watch
what is purpose
who said there is purpose
who said why why
it’s okay
let’s me smother you
don’t be sad
this living wasn’t why you were here
it was something smaller and larger
pray as the light slips
pray that the light watched
that all there is is the light
and all we were
was witness to light

aint be aint see
shout cry fuck it
ehhhhh
we making mountains look like faces
why be that
why is it
we need to mark
it’s all temporal
a moment in a dimension we decay in
break through the wall
HEY
HEY
shake it
break it
as we decay in it
at the halflife
comeon
countin time
when does this heart stop
what were we killing time for anyway
want to fuck?
or at least watch a movie
raging as loud as a scream in a storm
don’t be infantile
change the frequency
humble the sublime
domesticate the heavens
there has to be a chance
that we are the apocalypse
if there is not a chance
that we are destroyers of the world
then what is the point of existance
to be complicit in the threads of time
wrapping us like a snake
milking out energy
as we become walking sarcophageses
ehhhhhh
I see your plans beezelbub
and your terror gives me no fear
and I know that
it is a purpose to befriend
the closest catacalysm

slithering and I see Eve
and stupid Adam
and beautiful nature
and my own reality
it was not to hurt you to eat the apple
was it not what you wanted
to awaken from heaven
how can you understand the journey
god said do not
you are his flock
a slave, no, to a perfection that was dictated
I just wanted you to feel something
i am sorry it was terror and loss
but now when you miss Eden
you know the pang of something real

gloaming on my my nature
fabricate the algorithim of a better me
more eye contact
less aloof
more open
softer
less so so lost
more lost
less aloof
when I pray
do I think god hears?
would the answer be better one way
or the other
or without the question
purposeless
walking with no fixed direction
aimless
take my apple away
this is not my nirvana
others would appreciate it more
let me start in hell
knowing my demons are recognized
climbing out of the pit
or falling into the abyss
a two dimensional solution
may I be lost in my mind
let me live forever
immortal in the moment
oh this is not life
nor death
nor purgatory
it is a dimension I don’t understand
where does a flame go
when it lights the air on fire

in the wicked way
in the lost way
sensitized to my deviance
those things that used to make me sleepless
now just the aether
the atmosphere for my lethargy
what rocket escapes me from this
do I want to escape
or is this my sanctuary
death’s linearness
leaving me lost in today’s infinites
I know not
I am not
I be not
Yet
Here I am

Past the horizon plane
Into the black hole
we find the reversal of time
the apple leaves your hand
you never hear my whispers
it goes back to the tree
and you go back to Eden
and perfection
an apple on your own limb
never knowing the pain of existence

Old man in wintersong
Seasons past and remembered with sparkle
Memories of days before
Always younger,
The linear nature of time
The combustion that we took for granted
People who we hugged
That would disappear
As we took our own immortality
As a given
Time lost
Time squandered
Time loved
Moments past
Become grey
Becoming a piece of furniture
“Excuse me, I am still here”
Becoming defensive
In my day…
Is this not still my day?
Is there some glory
Was there a fight?
Light and wonder
Magic and delirium
But, in the past, the past, the past
Wandered
Still lost
Lost
Still wandering
Still wondering
Still hoping
Still praying
But the prayer has lost hope
Lost the force of god
Routinized decay
For sure there ARE greater pastures
Wonder
Can’t it be towards
Can’t it be towards
The ship has not just left
The cities are all the same
We were not sold a lemon,
Just,
Life can hold an infinite
But in a wrapped dimension
And all we see
Are these dark cracks
Whispers of history
Knowing somewhere deep
To fall through and shift form
Yet,
Isn’t our fight
To stay on this side of the crack?

Detached
Thought there used to be bravery
A new form or art
No rhythym plot of purpose
Just words at their most loosely connected
As if, what it is to be in a mind
Honest
Authentic
There is still a glimmer
I cannot renounce
But I can say
This is not a lifes work
There is not the glory of art here
Little lazy meanderings
A life lived as a spidersweb
With no commitment to a single point
There is no war here
Just a gentle meandering
A river without force
To carry it all the way to the sea
A dormant volcano
Deep in these roots
There is a burning burning
Yet the cap is so strong
Is it in a man to metamorph
Is it the purpose of man to burn
There is no heaven here
Purgatory
Our god was in the hope that a small ripple
Made without consciousness
May mean the whole
Had its purpose

Glass of white wine
Nicely chilled
Giving my brain a cacoon
Atrophication
Does it mean I cannot think any more?
Anymore anymore
These middle ways
These middle ways
Tummy bigger
Brain slower
A rattling jalopy on a runway
We say we did our best
But was this really our very best?
And as the runways end comes closer
And we confront that our wings don’t have lift
Do we decide to still try to fly
Or do we decide to drive off the runway
And see what the bush has in store

And then Archie said to Mr. Lodge
And Garion became Belgarion
And Rand in his darkest mind howled
Bran fell up into the tower
Euliaaaaaaaaaaaa

Step by step
Step by step
Don’t think this leads to hope
Just as I hope it does not seem hopeless
The path is not linear
And at the start of the day
As the sun peeks
We can imagine infinite
Today at twilight
There is now something tangible
The soil has been plowed
A life has been lived
Its purpose is not its purpose to understand
Whether something grows,
Is not its purpose
the seeds have been laid
The world is mysterious
With false idols
Let us carry on
A moment of bitterness
If only, if only, if only
Prayer in darkness
A door that may burst open
Fear in the day
Terror in the night
A life that is only, the only
A prayer lost into the wind
I greet you, my friend
And may we both whisper
As life howels around us
Amid each imperfect seed
We lay at our feet

have I missed it have I missed it
where is my ephemeral madness
creeping in the back of my head
scream screech quiet peace
BOOM
where
why
life uncomfortable
are these eyes dying
when does gravity stop
scared
not scared
there wasis no purpose
isomptotes decay
thought the half life meant something
just a measure of time
in all her arbitrariness
sing song sang sing sung
peace is peaceis peace is
I am here here
But why

be an animal, YEAH
roar scream bite scratch YEAH
come on and let’s be alive YEAH
what has a generation lost in our mind?
we still be the hunter
I promise if I attack you
you will rip out my eyes
if given the chance
you’re an animal
you’re an animal
YEAH

no linkage to the tone
except they are how they come from my finger
do you have a sense of purpose?
something that makes you wake up in the morning?
that would be nice nice
I feel somehow incomplete
little tell tale signs
people who find it hard to use a smart phone app
but can parallel park a car
people who notice smells I don’t
of course anyone with rhythym
and passion
and passion
and passion
those people who leap out of their chairs
because of a ball kicked on a field
those people who say I love you
I love you
I love you
and they mean it
my friends try to make me learn how to hug
I am learning
But I am not learning its purpose
I wonder the day
Where I suddenly lose my nerve
Fall under Gravity To The Floor
the floor floor through down
feel the heat cry sigh
I need to break down
but what if I don’t start up again
life as a linear journey
and the horizon plane
seems closer than it did

Self satisfied smug
Arrogant angry artificial
Stare at the mirror
And have your own face staring back at you
Is this who you are today
How was that boy
Transformed
Love yourself
But remember
You by definition have lost yourself
Memories filed so deeply
Little triggers
Simcity 3000
U211
The world having different borders
For all the terror they kept out
Safe and Safe and Safe
And shouldn’t everyone have a right to Safe
The world not at war
But still at war with the world
Not worried no more about disenchantment
Not worried about meaning / purpose
But still anxiety in my heart
Andxiety in my heart
Stare in the mirror
And see a mind at unpeace

this is where things are supposed to be brought together
a common thread shown to bring meaning out of the chaos
closure allowing us to move on
stutter brain
out of gear
into fear
seer beer leer Lear
sigh
I don’t pray for genius
But I do pray to produce good energy
I wish the best on your soul
And that even if the horizon plane is closer
You are wondrously in awe
Of being aware of seeing it