Subconscious - Super fast connection, but limited by slow processor, small IDE hard drive, and low memory that is filled up the first 7 years. Fast connection bad for slow mind, with no room to store new data.

Unconscious - Dreams and drugs. Fast and slow connection that shifts from dial-up to 5G and shifts dimensions too. Not a lot is known for sure besides it can be scary and/or fun.

Meditation - Reset and update system in many ways, or personalize your thoughts and themes. Solid State Drive as well as Hard Disk Drive. All the RAM you need. Meditation comes in many different types, and can truly heal mind and body.

Conscious - All you can be! i9 fast processor, Custom ROM, the Cloud, Unlimited space and memory. 10,000 signals per second of learning without trying, and loving what you learn. No filters

thanks for the drinks
it's time i'm on my way
it's time to hit the road
to find a place to stay

thanks for the laughs
my smile will never fade
i will never forget
the memories we made

thanks for the love
my heart won't be the same
a fire lit forever
i warm by that flame

thanks for the hugs
the kisses you gave away
it's time to hit the road
to find a place to stay

Thanks for tuning in
I hope that you like this station
this is where I haul my load
this is where I dump frustration

tonight on the show
there will be lots of laughter
when I speak about pain
when I speak about disaster

As
Boundaries
Create
Distance
Egos
Fluctuate,
Giving
Hollow
Insec­urities
Justification,
Killing
Likely
Manifestations,
Nullifying
­Our
Purest
Qualities,
Reducing
Satisfactions
That
Usually
Vary,
W­elcoming
Xenial
Yin-yang
Zealously

I always walk
on the path that leads back
I want my wants gone
I need my needs back

It looks like another day
what can i say, what can i say
just fallen words by the way
why do i pay, why do i pay

It looks like another night
what will i fight, what will i fight
everything that's in my sight
i am never right, i am never right

it looks like another war
what is it for, what is it for
raging while the enemies snore
not anymore, not anymore

It must be meant to be
like an angel sent to me
a beautiful creature of love and empathy

she feels all of the pain
and she tries to help in vain
she tastes my tears of heartache and pain

she tried and she tried
something was missing inside
she realized that my spirit had died

it must be meant to end
these wounds weren't meant to mend
she was an angel god never meant to send

they said it was a given
but givers always like to take

they are like a scale
they can take your weight and give your weight
but that scale is lean and mean
so calculating
in with the plan for all this time
in the bathroom of all places

letting those fools who step on it glorify it
what a beautiful revenge

those people, for some odd reason called all gain a few pounds
as you went along by not going along
and even tried to show them the truth

but they never lied about losing weight
they never told anyone when they lost one pound
that's a lot of weight to a scale
holding them above the ground while they control their destiny
whew
i guess only weights and measures can truly feel the weight of what they weigh and measure

you can count on one thing scale
i will never step on you
i won't be there to count on either

after all, you have been an accessory and tool used in countless acts of illogic and defiance

always know that i also know that when people step on you they instantly want a cookie...
so true weight, false weight
it ain't even up to you to give it or take it
but they give you credit anyhow

suffer mr stinky

Expect earthquakes, volcano eruptions and tornadoes. You don't have to be a meteorologist to know that the climate has already changed. The layers of the atmosphere are re-arranging. People still seem worried about property value and other things that will seem like nothing to them soon. This isn't conspiracy theory *******. This is energy, and how it works. Electro-magnetic energy is king.

Half full, half empty...

we both see the glass, the liquid, the space?

you see half a picture, i see the WHOLE

BOOM! Just topped us both, and topped off my glass. At least yours is half full and not half empty. Convenience!

Get it yet Fido?
Killed another one of your friends, right before your blind eyes. Can you do anything but sit, and roll over?

I never looked at poetry as something you win, but it looks like i am in the lead. Do you really have a muse? She is an airhead. Sometimes i wonder if you even have a muse. Nice glass you fools live in

If you were broken, and i had the parts to fix you
i would work on you both night and day
but, i'm afraid the parts that i use would mix you
and take the best parts of you away

the best poet on hello poetry
they keep to themself
they hardly communicate with others
they're writing stays on the shelf

the best poet on hello poetry
writes down what's in their head
no poetry sisters and brothers
they are the one who is never read

the best poetry out there
was written down and tossed away
there's too much doubt there
so the words are lost today

the best poems out there
are like stones in the creek
submerged, without air
they never get to speak

the best poets out there
they are blowing in the wind
I can hear them shout there
again and again

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I'm not that bad of a guy
at least no one can say I never tried
is there something wrong with my mind?
just because I cry when I watch Frankenstein?

I find myself walking around blind
sometimes I see them run and hide
"look out!" "he's not our kind!"
I feel their torches burning from behind

maybe I'm just ****** up inside
people ask me if somebody died
I tell them "that's what I'm trying to find"
the body of Frankenstein

https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/the-body-of-frankenstein

you are so far away
in my heart, you're held closest
i speak to you every day
in my moments of hopeless

i feel you in my bones
in spirit, there's a closeness
someday i am coming home
you are my final focus

The crucifixion of another belief
let's put good sense up on the cross
we will just carry on with no relief
as we continue to pay the cost

we are so tangled in the laws of gods
we should have better laws of man
let's fight fate and go against the odds
and keep denying what we understand

when I feel the world on my back
it's like carrying a boulder
when an angel can't take away
the devil on my shoulder

the light only goes skin deep
in the eyes of this beholder
the darkness will always seep
the darker, the colder

I wake up in a shivering sweat
I feel like a wounded soldier
friendly fire can never ****
the devil on my shoulder

I hit em like a mack truck
no beeping when i back up
i never get my knack stuck
i put em on a rack yup

I watch em like a stalker
hear words from the talker
i crush the rock blocker
kid, i'm the real rocker

i blast em like a 10 gauge
on every single pen page
i'm living in a thin cage
screaming from a dim stage

i can see the resistance
words of inconsistence
i'll give you some assistance
but you can't go the distance

the Easter bunny has risen
or crawled out of it's hole
it has come to hop on the back
of the God you will never know

the Easter bunny has risen
he lives beneath the stone
he is here to make a mockery
of a God that once was known

It's not a blessing
it is more like a curse
a life of bad decisions
only makes it worse

it's like a lesson
their pain through my verse
I can't think clear enough
to put my thoughts first

when the fear goes away
it only runs and hides
waiting for the day
to take more manic rides

when the fear comes around
it puts me in the dirt
it really gets me down
it really makes me hurt

when the fear goes away
it always sits and waits
wanting me to stay
in those grey panic states

when the fear comes around
it wraps me in a rope
it only wants me bound
it wants to take my hope

when the fear goes away
it is only a trick
waiting in the grey
to hit me like a brick

when the fear comes around
it grabs me by the throat
it holds me on the ground
it wants to make me choke

The delicate mystery answered like a memory
part of the scenery, i bring no purposeful injury
discovery of a unity with such a simplicity
recovery of senses lost through our history

we are all only part land, part sea
every tiny particle is part of our key
every little mouse, every giant tree
I am part of you, and you are part of me

a cultural discovery of uncovered humanity
actively prolonging the agony of mankind's vanity
what is really living passively or living savagely?
simple serenity destroyed by our brutality

An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless he owns the orchard.

Either way you have to pay to keep the doctor away, or in a bushel basket. A signal from your own mind keeps the doctor away. That's free though...and we don't want nothing free! Not even our neighbor! Not even our dom. Or is it dum? No handouts buddy! Until we figure out a way to tax your mind, no handouts.

Get it yet Waldo?

Medical Industry - You Work For Us, and YOU Pay Yourself By Paying Us To Make You Think You're Not Doing The Labor. If this isn't true, we have a pill for you. We know having no pill is hard to swallow. AMA

I came along to a road block on route 33
there was no traffic so I just rode my electric bike on the shoulder
I saw a lot of debris and blood on the road
the cops weren't paying attention, so I went closer
It appeared to be what was left of a man
or a bunch of ground meat with what appeared to be a whole eyeball

with an actual eyebrow

and a shoe

to me, it looked like a left eye

police came running at me and had their hands in their weapons yelling at me to get back

I panicked a little and about rode right through the meaty matter

I made it just a few meters away before I heard them closing in

I got on the ground
the one with a voice yelled at me
he said something about human remains

I started laughing so diabolically that the voice stopped
I'm thinking to myself...

"and I can't go around?"

I laughed continuously and uncontrollably for a good 10 minutes

I must have totally lost my mind this time

I hope so...

I hope so

when I got home later that day, someone told me that they found Kenny dead today

in the middle of route 33

I started snickering...

I broke out into a cackle

I laughed so hard, for so long, that it became very painful

I couldn't stop

my best friend had went through something dreadful

I still say that it didn't look like his eyeball and left eyebrow

then again
who am I to say what another man's eyeball and left brow would look like

on top of a pile of meat and blood..

and one shoe

Bahahaha
ouch
oh the agony!

this is serious

this is not sweet insanity

the gods are not allowed to carry guns
they'd shoot out suns, just so they can go to bed
i wonder if jesus is having any fun
watching them turn his blood, into the wine of red

right there in the shadow of the earth
the earth comes first, man will always come in last
which fish did the fisher catch first
is it the scales or the skins, the future or the past

the future of the past has led us here
once again comes the fear, in the middle of our lives
food that will last all of the years
he who cuts the bread, he controls all of the knives

in a small town in west virginia
in the mountains of secrets kept
where bodies disappear
memories are all that's left

the voices speak in whispers
the desperate cries are hushed
lives are left in disarray
hopeful hearts are crushed

a family gathers in silence
they hang their heads in doubt
on their search forever
for the body of Luke Stout

he still lives in their visions
"i swear i saw him pass"
even though he is still missing
his ghost will always last

This is a true story of a guy a knew from here in town. He is thought to be murdered, and there's a lot of stories of what really happened. The man that is said to have had him murdered, is in prison for having another guy from town murdered. The rumor is that he has said they will never find Luke's body. His family is still looking for him.

my head is hazy
when i wake up every day
i try to walk the right path
with demons in my way

my mind get's lazy
then it goes astray
i'm always doing the math
when's my dying day?

the grave, it craves me
to death i must obey
i don't want to die right now
i just want to stay

Green light send call
hands free(from the wheel)
left turn check text
***! (tires squeal)

beep beep
honk honk
ring ring ring

right turn send text
check gages(on the phone)
stop sign look down
you wreck(dial tone)

When the out-crowd hangs in
let the battle of senses begin
a war they could never win
they can't see themselves within

you are not missing anything

when the in-crowd hangs out
it only brings a shadow of doubt
what is that all about?
they can't see themselves without

is the joy of life felt within our first breath?
why do some grow to see the joy of ****?
every day. the last day is put to the test
some find less, is their "happy at best"

this quest has left many a man depressed
press reset at the hater's behest
at rest in our full metal jacket vest
blessed in all the ways we have messed

fulfillment kills when finally at ease
beautiful thing. must i say please?
regrets full of life, lived on our knees
who will be left to pollinate bees?

...

saving all questions for the grave
tells me that my death will be saved
coals made by fires we stave
hey man! i ain't gonna behave!

is the joy of life felt within our first breath?
i'm looking to find the joy of death

the "light at the end of the tunnel"
is a train that's headed my way
i'll be crushed under wheels of steel
never to see the light of day

the man i was in, was just some kind of weird protein
with no chemical make-up i'm only energy so pure
i'm never neutral, never feed those ghosts
perfect protons and electrons this i'm sure

the man i was in, he had the leaving gate shut tight
he locked me inside himself and there i was bound
he had me locked up, kept in a tiny place
that bad energy told me not to make a sound

the man i was in, i hope he gets to feel the fire
for never seeing all the errors in his ways
the only way to learn, feel the heat or the burn
let that heathen burn for forever's days

it was him that sent the signal to the adrenaline
then the adrenaline opened the gates
monsters and angels come out of those gates
that man laying there dead chose the monsters

the man i was in, chose monsters by fighting them
angels flew by and said thanks for inviting them

the man i was in, killed himself
let him burn

strut your stuff, shut me out and then judge me
corrupted pathways of stuff meant to begrudge me
that anti-matter just doesn't matter
that catastrophic energy will soon surely shatter

i can't jump fast to be the last in line
heart pumps fast with the blast in mind
clock thumps past battles passed in time
blood clumps caste with a mass decline

strut your stuff, but hush it when you're near me
disrupted masters get mad but then fear me
the negative ions will be eaten alive
that's hazardous material where the beaten survive

i see him there every day
he always watches me
the town people call him stray
he calls himself free

"there's big fish under this bridge"
he points to a submerged stone
"that's where the whale lives"
I cast my line toward it's home

the old man smiled and watched me cast
idle hands and vicarious eyes
"don't try to set the hook too fast"
"this whale is really wise"

my line went tight, i felt the pull
i yanked with all my might
too hard headed to follow the rule
'let him take a big ole bite"

i threw my pole, and fell in the water
the old man only laughed
he said "look on the bright side"
"at least you got a bath"

(his smile made the water shimmer brighter
his laughter sang with the birds...)

"i'll be back soon to claim my prize
with a heavier pole and line
for me to catch a whale that size
it's going to take a lot of time"

now when i see the old man
we talk of the ones that got away
his wife, his kids, his life
and the fish i lost that day

our thoughts are the ribbons
wrapped around the words like a bow
like a present of misgiving
that only the giving could bestow
it's hard to live with the living
when we die with what we know
it's the wit of the unwitting
it's the only gift we show

women are from venus and men from mars
and i thought women only come from bars
without the moon we get no light from stars
****** tonk ba donka donk rear ending cars

if it weren't for love we wouldn't need hate
without relativity, we can still relate
without time, we wouldn't wait
without fire we'd have no fate

without google, we would live no lies
without google we would have no eyes
without death, no one dies
without agreeing, there's no compromise

with our friends we hate on other friends
with no means there would be no ends
without pain, the heart never mends
with no mind, no one comprehends

don't climb aboard the train to Letthemtrainyou
don't let the body's boundaries constrain you
catch a flight to Humanright or to Remainyou
catch a flight to leave the site of Allthepaintoo

at the worst you might land in Halfwaythere
you might even find a different pathway there
you might even find a heart that also lay bare
find the town of Settledown and stay there

if you ask me "what are perfect words?"
i'd say, "they're the ways and means to escape"
like the songs of the birds, i play
I can make you dream while you're still awake

sitting in his invented prison
where misgivings are never forgiven
restricted to only visits from visions
in his dimension of endless renditions

condemned to exist within mental schism
with his stiffest self sentence given
never forgetting misdeeds and decisions
only existing to revisit volitions

Show no mercy
Leave no witness

In west Virginia, they do things different
they don't want to advance too soon
if you don't believe me let me take you
to a west Virginia emergency room

deer hair sutures for stitching you up
then a duct tape bandage on your wound
redneck responses by physicians
doc needs a break to spit in the spittoon

this one is in critical condition
this poor feller has run out of luck
doctor redneck turns to mention
"go get my gun out of my truck"

One day you will turn around and see something that scares you into submission. It will be your polar opposite. All of those bad thoughts that you don't admit, are alive inside of your polar opposite...and they don't hold anything back. The first thought that comes to your mind will not be acted upon...your polar opposite always goes with the first thought. Bad people will see the light, and good people will see what the bad people used to see.

Would you die for what they try for?
could you buy war if it made you lie more?
would you vie for the answer to why for?
could you fly more if there was no bye door?

would you try to change what is my view?
could you buy new if it was beside you?
would you cry too if we don't try to?
could you lie too just to get to my clue?

would you fight war if you knew why they fight for?
could you right more if you knew what was right for?
would you fight for a chance at the right door?
could you sight more if you could let your light pour?