Inebriated
I am good at two things
Writing
Setting your mind on fire
Until your thighs covet a warrior

2015, April 22

to experience a thousand
Suns setting, rising
with a stroke of a pen

to bask in the warmth
surrounding you
in the absence of light

to know that dying
is but a step
towards being one with the Great Everything

to watch your own flesh and blood
crawling, walking, loving
growing old, growing wise

to feel connected with Nature
by some weird concoction
of your unique mind

to infuse emotions
through simple words
on the canvas of your life you paint

to be enthralled by the magnanimity
of the Eternal Human Soul
wandering, wandering to become whole

to love, to write
to live in spite the crushing weight
of your dark existence

to be human, to be more
to become the Creator
you've always been

2015, April 19

I see angels crying
overwhelmed by joy
as they bask in the glow
of my memories

I see demons dancing
trapped in obscure visions
bodies swaying to the rhythm
of my sorrow

I see life as it is
not as it should be
all is well

get in the mood
works better when I'm alone
the kitchen needs to be clean
I need a coffee
I must smoke
excuses to be found
all around
bound to float without a destination
on the wings of some peculiar sensation
offline
it's as if words are not meant to be written
as long as I'm smitten by repetition
I forgot to write
line by line
out of practice

the gnome sitting on  my back
whispers that I'm tired
throwing me offtrack
I'm hot, the wind blows
I'm cold, the Sun shines
I'm neutral, my mind rushes
not good enough, concentrate
elevate the way you think
lift the veil, unveil the demons
that lurk within
prepare a feast worthy of kings
see if the offerings pleases
reap the benefits
out of context
context
meaning
convey emotions
poetry, what's it really about?

roll another cigarette
drink another coffee
find more excuses to whine about
while writing nothing at all
dig, keep on digging
dig your own grave
lament how you've become a ghost
trapped in visions of the past
how these will outlast
your shiny and glowing being
write nothing, keep them all
in your mind
be blind, see magnificently crafted rhymes
be mute, shout words melting into lines
be deaf, hear the melody of your words
caught in the lines above
trying to figure out what fits
and breaks the monotony
of the absurd
so boring-
perhaps reality has a stronger grip
than I like to admit
while my mind enjoys ideas
flesh begets flesh
and you can't really live
by manufacturing halfy chewed
and then spat chunks of trash wisdom
-
sometimes I starve for paper
while imagining myself in the arms
of my muse
-
that's it, you've written some words
pat yourself on the back
go to sleep
wake up and get lost in patterns
come again
start complaining

Slightly dizzy and in awe  
feeling connected  
to some obscure and forgotten god  
engineered by my pen  
almost as a necessity  
to explain the unknown
feelings that lay beneath  

I look outside  
all that I am  
is reflected on the surrounding sea  
of blue and white  

I peak between the clouds  
and see dots  
washing into a puzzle of colours    
souls clinging to seconds, minutes  
hours  

In my mind  
the closer I get to god  
the tinier I am  
a grain in a vast and endless  
desert of sand

Inhabitants of a wonderful planet
basking in their beautiful ignorance
What special flowers we are
how much we want deliverance

Humanity, society is to be blamed
for the millions of trees we've torched
for the millions of bones scorched
in concentration camps
"We learn from our mistakes,
we truly do,
Just you wait and see
how our descendants
will be completely free"

The past refuses to be history
aware of our beautiful ignorance

so much insignificant
beauty and wisdom
in these few lines
it's as if I'm some sort a Jesus
dressed as a clown

I'm certain sometime in the future
people will surely change their view
Inner humanity falling as morning dew
ready to awaken us

I actually have no clue
of what's real and
what should be true
it's as if I'm sort of a human
pretending to feel

yellow flowers sang
on our every* stroll
ultimately forgetting to say hello
refusing to advise or even bo*w