The course deemed easy is the one that reminds you to forget
when things get heavy, suddenly turning to mist
moon face stained my eyes manifest
electric smoke ghost rings
I can feel you climbing up my spine
every cushioned vertebrae in singularity.

please, disapprove of me now
because if I go on carrying
what I believe about you
in the back pocket of my brain
my knee will splinter
my stomach will gorge upon itself
and my eyes will turn back and look at me
like you looking at me
like you dreaming the same dream


now walls imaginable
breathe incomprehensible verbal structures
that lose their meaning
in fuzzy logic
in meaningless dribble
in the future
in the past
the idea of you
and the idea of reality
where I don't have to be distant

butnowstill

I miss your sweet voice
and trying hard not to forget
so that no other person can take it
I'm trying to preserve our words
that at best won't make it
to a new age
to a world that might forget
what it means to love
and slowly be torn apart by it
to reset the sign posts
leading to the center
of a circle reset.

hopefully leading one lost soul
outside, sunrise to sunset
hopefully cracking open the book
that will never be written
and still trying to write it.

Consumer Culture makes me sick,
it burns like acid contained in
coffee cups the size of
your heart exploding.
Music that will **** your ears
for only a buck
because it is a song shaped by greed
alongside factories, with smoke stacks
acting as sploof tubes,
covering the smell of life
created just to be killed.
They have innocent eyes
an organism giving away its only truth
for convenience, for simplicity
**** your fast food,
**** your jellybean president.
Employment is conscription to join
on the losing side in the war on
your time and mind, The Double Bind.
You ought to love your country
but do you?
You ought to compete, go for the win
**** your friends, get to the top.
Do you know what the prize is?
One morning you wake up and find
that your game was a farce
and you aren't what you really are
but what you could of been.

Defend your limits.

For we are waterfalls, spinning wheels of imagination
shaping clay with organic inspirations
planting ideas in the fertile unconsciousness
Don't form beliefs, form a question.

Understand we are ice-9
collectively, we are the watering-system
We are the true god through experience mystic
disbanded stars that are the galaxies.

Properties of our composition suggests that,
you better let this water flow,
because if you don't
a world full of love
would love to strike you down
making you coo and swoon
over the symbols of a dream,
the beautiful sunflower riding a bike,
hitting a hacky sack perfectly
at the end of the day

a cup beckons inscribed with your name
are you just going to sit and stare at it?