Sometimes I will consider the universe,
I will stay up late and sometimes watch something
On quantum mechanics.
Listening to the current state of physics
Is like listening to a greatest hits album
We are all just possibilities
The act of observation influences the experiment
We could be one of an infinite set of universes
Anything that could happen does happen
These are a set of observations that seem
Contrary to everything we see in our daily life
But I imagine that this has been the world that
Everyone has seen, a distorted haze at the edge of understanding
Not sure the way everything will fit together and
Hoping to reduce it to something smaller
And every time a question is answered another
More confusing question gets ask.
And I wonder that if we ever get to the limit
Of what is knowable about the world
If we will even know that is where were at
When we’re there
But sometime I wonder if there is so much
To be known about the universe that you could
Never learn it all in the history of life in the universe
There would be a function for the possible amount
Of information to be known, ever.
You can think as if the universe will get to know itself
Not its true nature, just the limit of understanding
Reached in its lifetime.
No one could know that one thing.
And that one thing which is the unknowable
Which is the essence of things.
To me that would be a good definition
Of God.

At night,
When I lay down,
I write beautiful poetry for you
In my head.
I can never
Quite remember it,
But I’m sure it’s about flowers,
You can probably hear birds singing,
And by the end
I am sure I have created a masterpiece.
But I've not wrote it down.

The Phoenix

My brain is the best brain, And your brain is ****

Why, with my faith in humanity gone
Why do I lust for the comfort of others?
Why do I lust for things?

Me needs company, Me needs to hear your voice
Me loves you!, do you loves me?
Me needs a Job and Money, Me needs a car to drive
Me needs my video game, Me needs my cigarettes
Me needs a God to search for and never find, Me needs an enemy to fight
Me needs my young women, Me needs to ***
Me needs my drugs and sleeping pills, Me needs my Doctor right now!
Me needs my psychiatrist, Me needs a happy brain.

With all of our intelligence, why with all of our love and soul
Are we putty in the hands of a man with a microphone,
a nice big trusted man
And god forbid he is on TV.
Me loves the TV!
TV tells me who I am
Nothing makes one better than being seen by a lot of people
Fame for fames sake, forget yourself and fall in love
Be a happy little soldier.

Me be a happy little soldier, Me do what I'm told
Me be a republican, Me be a democrat
Me says the pledge of allegiance, Me says grace
Me salutes the flag, Me dies in wars
Me rapes the women, Me kills the children
Me drops the bomb, Me kills by fire
Me watches reality TV, Me listens to pop music
Me keeps my brain busy, Me be a good American!

Why can I not find a person who knows what the **** they are talking about?
Is it because I'm in Kentucky,
Is it because they all be rednecking  and hilljacking
Is the world really like this?
The world gets better the farther it is from me
Separated from happiness only by distance,
a conquerable foe-
If not already bound in chains by me job and me family and me debt
Or am I lying to myself

Why can I not live in my brain and you live in yours
Build up a fence and let the grass grow wild
Disconnect the telephone lines and hoard food and water
**** in an outhouse and wait for the apocalypse

Sometimes -

I wish The World would burn
And from The Ashes
The Dust would rise
Without The Memories of anything

At all.

Where are my hero's?
Down what street can I find
Allen Ginsberg's beard?
Where have to voices gone
Of the poets in America?
No more hitchhiking across
The planes and relying on
The kindness of others.
The beats are gone! Gone! Gone!
For everyone but me.
I dream that I could share my thoughts
With the brains now extinct
Everywhere but my own.

This beautiful poem was written by a young child
At a church I once visited.

On a poster board they ask
Children what they liked to do,
And put their answer below a picture of
Their smiling face:

"I like to jump off of things."

All that you
Really need to know is:
Peggle Court.
Tough but fair.
I take care of
Little Peggle Court
Issues,
You can appeal
To Adam
But in the end,
**** is the
Chief Justice.
Steve is the
Grand Owl.
He has
No real power
In peggle court,
More of a
Figurehead position.
Kind of like the
Queen of England.
Our Constitution is
Two words:
Dog Law.
We leave all the
Children behind
Because
#it'sfair.

Scott,
He sued for
All the glowsticks,
And won!

It set precedent.

You must be the body
You must surrender the body,
No flaw in the body.

While the mind will toil
The body just is
And then is not.

No flaw in the body.