if you think you are right
___ will soon discover
___ were undoubtedly wrong
if you think ___ are wrong,
___ ___ probably right...
when ___ see the truth
___ will know
that ___
__boy
a boy was born.
he didn't know this.
it happened regardless.
perhaps when he was eight,
he had a memory of his childhood
he was looking at the window of his bathroom.
outside his relatives were playing in the yard.
we give each other rocks
to make the mechanical
world
make sense.
__a claim to witness
to claim to witness
the mundanity
of mundanities
of
the unending
incomprehensible fear
you know must be it,
because it persists
as you do every time you wake
to claim to not see
in the eyes of another,
anything
other
than the reflection
of this construct...
you liar,
we come out of existence
into it,
and we can be.
__don't fear
i don't fear death and neither should you
life and death are both a part of the same thing
you
death is only
what is not
cannot be seen
be felt,
be experienced.
eternity
life is only
what you are
and that will never end
as long as it be
and it be
an expanding
self-correcting
recursive ascent
when you think it would be gone
it all just starts up again
this is how to end fear
this is how to pretend
comprehension of this process
is to recreate,
while compassion for another
is to liberate,
and to reverberate
something from the nothing
which is just
something else
in something's place
__empty part
you do not want to accept that you are built of patterns
for you have been deluded into believing that is a shameful thing to be
we are patterns
of a pathway
generating un-parallel
patterns
of thought
__4 c
some were meant for sea
ome were lifted to see
me were mixed with the soil,
battered to the leaved
some were meant for where they are
forever to be
__gnat to the sun
my dreams do not shift to/from the reality it awakes to.
a fevered state of stillness
where imagination bred,
the waking life vanishes
upon realizations.
too quick,
to succumb to them,
or rather,
they succumb
to our persistence.
to a gnat, is that, to a sun’
__goes without saying
we all know
there is no absolute
though we are scratching at air
to fit into a tune
of the unending urge
to pin some rules
that we make
to make ourselve's
(feel) [good]
if i am the lie of eternity,
it goes without saying
i'll never be sure of what that
(couldn't) [be]
i wake up to see the world creak
back and forth
(back [and) forth]
if i am a lie,
and i eternally eternity,
what fabric constructs all the things i see.
that sees that i see
my own eyes
staring back at me.
lying like weeds,
the notes are my teeth
they grind in my sleep
my eyes reservoirs
starting to leak,
it drips and it seeps
to this fabric i kneed,
wrapped to a disguise
as a sheath,
the unending
harboring
around me...
...oh well. its just me,
this unending...
imagine,
if you will,
a wooden stage
we built it not long ago
when we were young
and on it we play
we play,
we play, we play
__highway
you cant differentiate
a
river
from a highway
rightly so
__koan
i
i ko
ko know
know right?
right? ko
ko an
an
__the long game
there is
no hope for justice
no reward for heavy labor
no reprieve for hours gone
no time lost
there is
no just anything
no remainder to any action
no such thing as memories
no time gained
there is
no morality for mortality
nothing less than
a finely declared perspective
with which we intersect
for the long game
__more or less
we're not more or less
all my sorrow
is no comparison
to your comfort
i shouldn't have to say it,
but i suppose, i do
the extent of what i am,
no more or less than you
__my in side
theres a pain, in my chest,
it shoots all down
my left arm,
it's always there,
it never bothers
to finally give me what for,
something refuses
to let me go.
theres a room,
in a house,
i reside there
every night.
outside is just too beautiful
for it to swallow up
my inside
__of days
we’ve shared all our laughs
and the in between
the heavy sorrow
of lifes twists n weaves
dug up a ditch and filled it to see
the thoughts that flicker in our heads
ones of fond memories,
of days.
__pillar
through which i exist:
a pillar, in stable frame
waves of others pass by
the lives
the efforts
the bemusement
the responses
to unknowns
laid down where eyes cant see,
the same place
we inherently read
it shifts through us
we grasp
at instinct
__bloom
the heart inside,
is endless,
a path which
forever blooms
the mind compares symbols
to try to disprove
that this is true.
__leased
you can see
and let it define
you can forget that magic
is benign
for it's easy to forget,
to be taken for a trip
so ask yourself if you please,
captain of what ship?
you can experience pain
and then become
you can forget the other half
until you are blind deaf and a dumb
you can fly, but you see,
you chose not to be
you can do what you please
so ask yourself,
is there no freedom to life;
if one cannot dance with death?
so ask yourself,
"are you pleased?"
__really hard
its really hard to admit ehen you've been used
its really hard to know you are wrong
its really hard to tell yourself to stop talking to yourself
and hear your heart beating all along
its really hard to find,
the truth we tend to mind
when there is nothing to hold in,
as it for ever spins
to wonder if you are winning?
a game with no right or wrong
a game where when you win you've lost
a game of numbers is a fatal flaw
living is just the dream
to which you belong
__blue rose
roses are many colors
violets are too
the rhythm with which you read this
is mutable
__speak
am I the only one whose even anymore?
words spoken before and grabben
like a movie from a shelf
replay rewind replay infinity ok
maybe instead till the tapes disintegrate
memories lies, show spark of the line time's taking it's own tyrade
ok, like you really thinking that you aint any part of this
your thoughts so unimportant, you retard them
and you are
nothing
nothin?
nothin
your something
else
spitting words, to the rhyme of some other guy
there's no such thing as talent anyways
just repetition on repeat
magnets scratching on the tape
so as I redirect the course
of this discourse
your thoughts are more
or less than than word that I am saying
because you listen
HA
see you listen
HAHA
hear you listen?
HAHAHAHA
you are still listening?
HAHAHAHA
some have the fame
to tame the movement of this game
instigated, by the motion that gave
that hate to be but none of it anyways
__to be held
been trying to write
out all the wrongs in my life
but there's double standards
to double entendres
we ride the time
so civilized,
lets take our time
and step outside
the movement
of everything.
that's not me
oh
thats you
the universe will do
what it tells itself
to
my oh my, look at those stars,
my oh my, look at those scars,
my oh my, how'd you get this far,
"oh dear god"
we are pamphlets,
explaining ourselves
to spectators
sound and light,
aware we might
be,
its a beautiful sight
to be held
__water
call me old,
i feel it too
old fashioned
reel projection
with all of this static
still light showing through
the very frame is dirtied up
it brings you that feel
that there was something
here that meant something,
(what i see as real)
the roll runs out, we'll play it again anyway
and if this static we all face
hits us hard all the same
we crave an embrace,
not the cause of all this fame
__windowed fear
before i coerce the chuckle of a reveering sneer
the boutus, boistrous, heartless expanse
from a former mothers ear
i'd rather sit in wait,
to stare as white veneer
reflections without time,
lead nowhere,
behind windowed fear
__wilderness left out
at a loss of nature,
create our own,
to fill the void
of the wilderness left out.
build starvation,
of ourselves
for there,
is nothing left to fear
see deeper
moment
than others
may,
create what is not
happening
into
being
interpret,
intercept,
become your
own predator
let this
part of you
a hunter
raised
an animal
fought
to survive,
killing
yourself
for
not being strong enough
__LICENSE
Laws
Inheritly
Create
Egos.
Not
Sanity,
Ever
__you
you are not a quote
you are not a fashion
you are
not talking
the situation
you are
are
you