Is everyone on face book having way more fun than I am? The seem so happy in their status. So pretty in their pictures Witty in the comments is there something that I missed here? Nope! that mental construct is a fabrication. Lubricating monotony on top of a total lack of animation. Imagination is a place that I like skating. But all day ever day means I might be kept waiting... For some significance, every picture is so different. Except that empty hollow smile you wear like your a victim I’ve got everything at my fingertips the internet brings it quick From complex to the simplistic shit, the instant that I think of it. Now your fucking bored of it, hoarding more and more important things the answer is to build Your self image bigger, of course it is. Its an exquisite list of willing shit that will really make you think. But its limited in the sense that it lacks in a kitchen sink. You talk about your life like its something nice you might keep in a jar. I’m trying to invite the notion its not what you own Its what you are! Listen Listen to the sound of the word Let the meaning lose touch become profoundly absurd. Listen Listen to the rhythm of the beat focus on the in between Notice how its so serene. Listen Listen to the unspoken interval individual words simplicity unthinkable. Listen Listen to the breeze through the leaves Feel the scene through the stream Is it real or dream? Listen Listen to the mind and its stories Performing all its glory What is it that came before these? Listen Listen to silence prevail The kindness that sails behind the mind and its tales. Listen Listen to another human being Don’t reply, just to be. Watch the eyes, how they gleam. Listen Listen to spectacular now all encompassing wow Not they why not the how --- Whoops! Now socially unacceptable miscreant Miss interpreted kisses me on the cheek while a kitten purr’s and cures the hurt within. The earth is in orbit, For this I try achieve an inner balance. The challenge to survive the night is try remain silent. The ants file singly thinking like tuscan raiders. Sand sheeple to the slaughter of A multi layered light sabre. Neighbor nay sayers never meet at the eyes. The look up and to the left and then believe the deceit of their own lies! Mind running a marathon. Shunning casts of characters Ours versus yours is a contemplation taking hours. I can ’t remember a time I was happy for no reason Except this moment and everyone connected to my being. Performing Japa to my hearts content. Performing Japa day and night. Just happen to like the way it makes my brain vibrate into light. Sike! I like it I’m never leaving. Better get used to me breathing and the all the feelings I’ll have you feeling. -- Listen Listen just to listen to the listening The mystical is present in the present Your existing in! Listen Listen to the moment as it is Don’t ask hows it going to end? Or where did it all begin? Listen Listen to the you that you are See Its not too far Since your grew from a star. Listen Listening is how you let the wisdom in. Never underestimate the power of listening.

Only the laughters reach can teach beyond the level of scholastic peaks Writing irrationally passively scrapping a master piece. Rebuilding a dynasty Rhyming with cheap china pieces Super glued it back together, whatever, my levels telekinesis. Like Mother spider weaving words in her web of wizardry. Man gathering language unraveling her plans and mysteries. Spinning silk singled threaded indebted to eight small wings. Her perfection exposed the connection of all things. Affectionate creature featured the requisites of a teacher Resonant voice rep-ping elements of an eloquent speaker. A decadent reader protecting his intellectual meter Collecting in depth meaning from every sector of feeling. But forgetting winters cruel and unusual lessons and intentions He Casts a hexagram pondering universal intervention. I try conjure up meaning for my life in a feeling. To go beyond what I’m dreaming and redeeming it over needing. Put on a show with so and so altering my frequency A ghost that never goes will grow what is that your teaching me? Decency’s not easily achieved in each humanity. But we’ll reach deep and visit greed to conquer both land and peak. My stand in speaks and weeps in streams no loss when theres an open choice, Extend a hand for your attention I must speak in robot voice. Meticulous producer, soliciting medusa. I’m not composing street poems I’m predicting the future.

Speech sees stars And composes constellations Beautifully bizarre Far off coded congregations. You see what I see? No, your own interpretation. Explored limitations accepted And made engravings Days of future past, Let the last of us erased them. You presume to laugh Yet the captor has awakened Chained by the ancient Stories of the elders Tame and complacent Performing for the shelter. Delusions of grander Candle lit dancer. Stands at the edgeDressed to question the answer. A Restless romancer Of fantasy Fan fair Regret left for dead Accepts the quest with a lantern. To each his own truth Let seek it shall come to him. Under king’s, inner wonders Are shunned in sin. None can sing Like he who has thunders wings. Natures true treasure You can’t teach hundred things The Master is wise kind Brutal and harsh. After his mind nothing Wondrous beautiful art. Movement is sparse Fluid seamless, illusive. Luminous heart of the druid dream Leads the reclusive... Life, his advice Both respected and feared, An outsider his psyche Seen as eclectic and weird. Stupid wonder I alone am idiot It cannot be captured no you’ll never be rid of it I am hideous Only before your beauty My treacheries accepted Unless you perform your duty. Drum beat will plunge She, Into the depths of a vision Let them listen to the rhythm Fall and All is forgiven.

The summit studied and approached Nothing coming its a hoax. Every single thing he ever wanted was joke. When he spoke Was in utmost transparency. Vocal cords, purify potently and verify in therapy. Where a serif lies, Implies inconsistence mysteries. Whats behind the eyes Hides between epiphanies. Wisdom simplicities Vision strictly a sense in symmetry of intense tension.and Hence the lens bends. Suspense lures deprived of a life pure. kind sir, send me a letter that never ends Just is like yours. Anarchical co-creation. unchartered unknown location. Aint no inner or outer space It permeates situation. Wisdom is infinite Knowledge is limited. Every gimmick a religion Indecisions following predictions. Tending bar ,Pouring bad karma into a warning shot glass Muddy morning jar through which the light Shall not pass I study philosophy For the hollowing of intellect. Vomiting a cineplex of references and quotes Theres a message in the notes. The more he knows the less he spoke. The nexus of my space time a reflection. An effortless endeavour cleverly never severed from the Projection. Walk into the wild while citing a vile viking. Heightened by the sinners inner light of a child Kindly typing Unlikely. Righteous with a mind full of bile. I strain to think, If we’ve taken things rather serious. The plot thickens, sickened stomachs and clocks ticking. Your not tripping, But tie your lace all the same. A stop quickens, we were stricken from the record as not Wiccan. We got bitten, smitten by the venom of void. Denim in voice, mental pencil’s in addendum of noise. Settle in boys! Settle! Bedlam is its the weapon of choice. And so I whisper sweet nothings to the nothings sweet whispers The abyss was reminiscing as I leaned in and kissed her. I am infatuated,The fathomless evacuated! Or so it seemed, It was a dream that I in fact created. Left in waiting levitating,I acquire siddhis. Incinerating witness waving over fire cities. I’m a day light hallucination its really rather fascinating. A witty, little, giddy shitty figment of imagination.