A thousand, mindless bodies
marching in front of me
on a familiar trail through
misty, lush forestry
strained backs carrying towers
of accumulations
free choices made with
weighty ramifications
at the end of the path
a ruinous shrine
as old as the surrounding
coniferous pine
each soul shruggs off
a singular burden
fulfilling each obligation
of that holy bargain
now, encircle the tribute
watch it all burn
stand in ecstacy without
care or concern
I refuse to join this fever,
can never be a believer
I accept my ethical freedom
my will undefeated
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
oh neurotic naked mind
wander from one clichéd cafe to another
Greek cultists and robo bros
turn into red-eyed anarchists
proclaiming psychedelic truths
into a stale, smoky haze
as the syncopations and warm crackles
of an overused Dizzy record
erratically dance from one ear to the next
spreading viral vibes, infecting body and soul
washing over dusty hidden corners
where solitary geniuses discover cosmic beauty
in half-empty, half-full contemplations
of swirling coffee, cream, and sugar
is this past or future?
nostalgia for an imagined past?
hope for an impossible future?
living in a world of delusion,
false narratives filling an otherwise empty life
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
your eyes glimmered
as if you looked
at all the cosmos
shimmering in infinitude
and your smile
spread the bliss of a Buddha
eased tense necks
replaced anger with affection
and then you saw the universe shatter
shards slashed flesh
as your eyes, dazed by dread,
reflected nothingness
and possibilities collapsed
as you envisioned
your ill-fated future
i assured you with
well-structured argument,
truth tables and logic,
of this unreasonable position
i nearly drowned you in compassion
engulfed you in warmth,
hoped you'd be set ablaze
and fight off the dark
then turned to medication and
shoelaceless wards
as anger at the absurdity
infected my mind like a virus
i have seen the swirling beauty of the cosmos
but now i just see cracks
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
in a parenthetical existence
see the shadow of reality
through infinite lenses
distortions of distortions
the infinitude of humanity's
misunderstanding
pick a side for no reason
but why not?
then pierce strawman enemies
with low resolution image macros
which ignore the macrocosm
both sides return victorious
over their lifeless enemies
and await tomorrow's call
artists of ambiguity
find new ways
to draw the same lines
resculpt the truth
leaving nothing
but a monstrous mass
of homogeneity
favoring the profane
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Eyes closed
wild wind whipping hair
careless end of samsara
for seemingly centuries
take a peak
vertically, the world flies by
the ground fast approaching
my situation the same
but perspective changed
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
discover frozen effigies of foreign gods
in a town without whispers
we'll find a maze
of EXIT signs
get lost
searching
for escape
until the inevitable
heat death of the status quo
we'll waltz
deadlocked,
mercurial eyes
in the glittering sea
of black hole leftovers
the spacious sound,
the silence stretching
.
.
.
you'll drop a bottle
and time will slow
in that moment of collapse
I'll fanatically search
for all the shards,
as they turn red
in my petrified grip
and try to piece together
this unsolvable puzzle
on our cheeks,
the irritating scratch
of a bitter wind
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
in the directionless void
oblivious of self
omniscient serenity
one with nothing
a disembodied hand
with a cold grip
turns my head
"this is the center"
mountains *****
canyons collapse
fauna and flora
erupt from nowhere
tension seeps in
as tranquility cracks
under a new pressure:
to search for center
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
the light of luminous spirit
softly crushes brilliant passion
in flourished form
unknowingly condemning
the intimate caress
of the mystical mistress's
Orphic orifices just cause
self-doubt is incurable
with a densely populated
Barnes and Noble where
pops and crunches indicate
a syndicated reality with
diced up facts, divided
into the savory and the rest
thrown in a landfill
to prevent collapse
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
wander under a spotless night
take a drag
through a window pane, a light
cuts through shadowed streets
scenes from a hollowed life
a disinterested glance
at my privileged existence
hope for an explosion of feeling
but even humble sentiment
would lift my delicate body
from the building flood of apathy
switch to commercial break
with three payments of 29.99
plus shipping and handling
supplement the superabundance
and drown
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
A shiver starts in my toes
and moves systemically up my body
leaving nothing untouched.
Vomitous shaking , solely mine
never the familiar stranger's
unrecognizable self
disconnected from self-image.
If the impostor fools everyone
is he an impostor still?
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC