quantum-pataphor
There is a season when I will know where I am but until then I will play charades with the stars lost in the introspection of what was, is and ever will be. / / The mind is the radio to the universe so lets explore the frequencies and maybe find answers that cant be articulated through "logical" language and even acheive an esoteric and empathetic understanding.
Glowing in the shadows
Blinded from the light
How can a left handed ******* son
Ever make it right?
Searching for perfection
And hiding when it comes..
Searching for the reasons
These shadows chose to come
Staring at relections
And glaring retrospect
Looking towards the future
Trying to forget
I guess its not important
And nor is it real
The thoughts of my predictions
And the confirmations i would feel
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
You give me the signs
But dont know what your painting
Building a bond
With no idea what your making
How am i suppose to feel?
The winds emotions make our hearts chime.
Or is it in my mind?
Either way i know its mine.
But how am i suppose to feel?
Is it your heart iam suppose to steal?
Love is a crime that has no bond.
No matter what the case..
It feels so wrong.
How am i suppose to feel?
Cant fill the void with a quarter pound meal
With a smile of life
Something inside gets killed
So what am i suppose to feel?
I dont know but i know its weird
Im following the signs..
But still i cant steer
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I want you to know
I want to show
The death in me
that helps me grow
Look at my face
What do you see?
Past my eyes
The thing that is me
Feel it swell up?
Burst till its free.
The gravity of which
Brings the soul to its knees.
Catch it and recognize.
To find the human nature.
That is the real prize
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Company drains the meeting
The happiness that is fleeting
That special feeling
Of paint peeling from the ceiling
looking at the floor
Hoping to find more
Of what?
The peices that tore.
lonely inside where the hollow abides
How do i keep it away?
I need your guidance
But i dont want you to stay
If you go, just come back!
Ill find your way,
The shades of white turn black.
The big picture; scared of the frame.
Blank colors..
All that remain.
I dont know
I dont care
Wait..
Im lieing
Its just not fair..
WHAT THE ****
who sees my flare?
..im waiting
So tell me if you see it..
And bring a light
Because this hollow void wants me to keep it
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Air is like a sea of vibes
Or so I like to think..
The tides you muster and manifest
Way from you and straight to me.
The image of the splash
Are of similar fingerprints,
And your last tidal wave..
I couldnt remember what to think of it.
Ill surf the wave if it be in neptunes will.
While filling up my cups
On the moon, trying not to spill.
Occasionally emptying it to know
"What" and "Not" to feel..
Just to figure out if the "Time" we shared..
Was actually real
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
They are one in the same
One is blind
One is rushed.
Which one is which
Isnt to be discussed.
Youll never understand
But thats okay
Because even you did..
You wouldnt know what to say.
Knowing what isnt known
Can turn soft to the bone.
Did that make sense?
Or should i raise my tone?
Trust and faith.
A philosophical roller coaster.
Like an ambiguous movie trailer
after your viewing of the new premier poster.
Will you watch?
Will you care?
Does the sight of it make you stare?
You already seen the scenes through the previews.
But does your perspective correlate with The heartless critic reviews?
Rubrics of the mind
Lay studied in time.
What was now and then
May forever be in its prime.
Trust and faith
One word held stout.
Combine the two..
Relinquish your doubt.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
Its okay
I dont need your sympathy.
I empathize your ignorance.
Its okay
you dont need to understand;
It was never your plan.
Alone.
Lonely.
Isolated.
But by no means confined.
The memories of tomorrow
Forget the absence of yesterdays mind.
But why the hell should you care though
The words that are read,
scream an alien tone
Provoking
The visceral exspanse of souless pine cones
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
The sight
the light
What do you want
The blight
Of my
Lit-tle song
I know
I see
What do you need
The love
Of life
Of which you please
Oh no
You heard
The image of which
We share
Through prayer
the on/off switch
What the heck
Dont fret
Or regret
The check
You get
When you pay for it
Just know
I know
The answer is no
Im froze
In cloths
Burning in the stove
Oh well u guess
I made a mess
Dont forget
Or let
Your soul unrest
I protect
The rest
And what its made to fit
So just know
You know
Assumptions made
What is told
They sold
Let the image lay
In the shade
In wait
Prepare lemonade
To grow
Unknown
To reap what's sewn
The soul
Endure
Ripping out the core
To more
And soar
Gazing on the land
To get whats here
Our only Monogram.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Two rubics cubes,
Have much in common.
A rift between the two,
Makes different shades of solemn.
Then complexity ensues,
And a distorted mirror occurs;
To recognize a reflection..
One can never be sure.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
To perfect for this world;
It is so..
The definition of ether that cannot be told.
Attempts frivolously made to fit the mold;
Through black sleep the meaning unfolds.
Through white truths a lie is sold. .
Look between the two for the courteous grey. Through which a cement road is being paved.
I'm walking backwards in my footsteps,
Like it's all but not worth it.
This etherphase of this ethereal aether is almost..
way to perfect
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC