There are too many factors to be remembered,
In each second we are fragmented in so many ways.
There are too many mouths to feed when supplies aren't endless.
Some lose their voice if they are to be ignored.

This is a final call for freedom from memory.
The past is simple in a song, go ahead and live any aspect.
Transcendence at its best, I love the feeling of lightness.
What happened to butterflies? When nervous I only get
Preludes to heart attacks.

Things weigh heavy when they matter,
like a matter of importance.
I wish for this rigid stance to relax,
For strained hands to unclasp.

One step leaves
civilization behind
anxieties reduced
wearing proper shoes
plenty of water
walk down soft paths
after awhile these
trails fade
making way for what is really outside

there are no boundaries
no roads
not a convenience store in sight

I can only speak so much for miles
of repeating desert. Climbing mountains
and feeling like god on top of a rock.
So much I've never known
is revealed to me, because
I can see for miles,
and miles,
and miles.

This is a toast for the human mind
and the times that are deemed unworthy
of being retain and replayed like a video tape
of any hour being less significant than any other
of any second less pure than the next in procession.

This remembrance is the eulogy for
the thousands of bunnies jumping to conclusions
too quickly, seeing the high-beams of an automobile
as the one way ticket to eternity.

Let these words document the stillness
of things behind the glass
the undisturbed romp of the birds
in the backyards of suburbia,
and the still being in the dark concerning
why they use our parked cars as target practice

or the motivation behind every mirrored window suicide
only thinking of them as portals to the other side.

Each day will pass through me
Like the leaves on a tree

Everyday takes a fake step
in any direction nowhere
Still holding my breath in
A bus that never leaves.

low:
convinced, that it is okay
to be here,
and to rot
here.

"alone"

believe
i don't deserve,
anything more

"why ask for it?"

if those high points
led to disappointment,
gotta look at them
on their own.

"separation;
no continuum."

lost in the fog,
delusional faith
that one day,
a phantom
will save
me
from
here.

"please save me from here."

everything is going to sink.
the bubbles of air will sink
the troubles will sink
rocks will break my toes
twine will sew back together
you cannot save me
you will only sink if you jump in
you will only sink.
The price of a life will drop
the money in coins will sink
the paper will rip
but mine will bloom
like a flower filled with blood
because we both bleed red
mine is like syrup
yours is like oil

i will sink.
The colors they will sink too.
my soul It will collapse under pressure.
my life will escape before the last breathe.
but it will only sink further.
like passengers in submarines
we will cry salt.
we will pray for a savior
but he
he will only sink.
your love is oil
but I am tombed in a bottle.

strike to smite the silence
the demented order
of gathered myths in our mind
a mind of collective potential
the greatest outcome could be
the exodus to nothing
and floating on air beds
and wishing beads.
Bread clouds to eat
and music is everything.

symbols were generated to fool me
and the journey wasn't a riddle
it was right there ready to be over with
it has been waiting before birth
no one completes the journey anyway
just one day
we decide to sit down on the side of the trail
and realize there are grass fields that surround us
and flowers that smell like chemical happiness
that we don't have to sacrifice ourselves for
a means to a living kind of thing.
take a break
for 10 minutes
and then for 10 minutes more.
then we keep hitting snooze to
stay asleep
for every dream