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Though use of line breaks is art,
it needn't use them at all to be so.

Punctuation isn't necessary, per se,
yet some tend to opt for it anyway.

Sometimes rhyme serves only to detract,
but it can also catalyze familiarization of the abstract.

Meter is a byproduct, but it can be deliberate;
some people like pop, but others jazz or prog;
rhythm means more to some than others,
and some recognize in places where others do not.

Some find it unnecessary to consider; a waste of time.
Some find it to be balancing and are compelled towards it,
and would have it no other way.

Whatever it means to you
is what's truly important;
you have to feel something
so you might as well express it.

Those who will understand
will truly understand-
though that is a different group
than those who may well say so.
Be not jaded: they overlap!

The Traveler does not so much choose the Way
as the Way seems to Shepard certain Travelers;
how is it that can be?

Call it:
God, Tao, Zen, Consciousness, or the Universe itself;
it is all and nothing; inside and out,
it's neither a thing, nor nothing,
so tread lightly and embrace the paradox
because it really is irrelevant
how One chooses to effigize it-
it's what One has within already
that will serve as One's salvation,
and that's really all that matters.

Should we seek to harbor that of others, as well,
we could become as we've seldom been known to be.

In any case, we'll meet in the light;
whence we've all come, to begin with-
whence we've been ever since-
whence we've been blinded
seemingly of our own volition.

Be conscious of what makes you Live
and then help it to actualize,
all the while seeking that others
may do the very same.

Blessings upon thy Path-
Basically became a prayer.
The Wise of yesterday wrote it
that the Wise of tomorrow wouldn't have to

Only reinvent the wheel
if it is requisite to improve thereupon

Only replace foundations
if houses would otherwise collapse

Read and then do better than that
so the future may build thereupon
 Mar 2015
Third Eye Candy
i keep the squalor of our opulent hearts
in heavenly hovels, and i mushroom harps
in the damp lurch of our fever dream
monastic,

i combine the river with the sea
and swamp the ether of our delicate masquerade.
we don the ribbons of a hag
and scoff the ludicrous
of Sunday.
 Mar 2015
Third Eye Candy
them be butterflies in the pastry
bedazzling the icing on the nape of your neck
and reeling me in
to the spire of your spine
with my lips, joyful and apart..
my crude lust, elegantly fawning
in the ripples of your wet ***
and narrowly avoiding'
a premature
Truth.

them be the kettles and the brine
yammering on about the pots and molasses.
the freak honey in the rock
of our solid moons -
as we recover from the act and act the part
of our chief deception
after the glow dissolves
and the *****
seltzers.

we awaken to the tossed sheets and the bare naked.
 Mar 2015
Third Eye Candy
when we met
my cathedrals were full
and swollen with
light
the narrow
white yawn
of oblivion, curling
into a ball -
we kick
down the road
past Finnegan's Wake
Drive.
and the last Lamb
in a Lion's
mouth.

i saw you as a goddess that would forgive me
my crippled inertia
and afford me a palace of goodwill
in the hysteria
of change.

but how i lost you in an empty
confounds me.
it breaks for unicorns
and nothing is
sacred.

it beggars belief

but affection stains
the miracle
like infection feigns
the lyrical

and so goes the sparrow, for now...

so goes the Widdershins of our distant embrace
and the wrong star jaded
and marooned in our perpetual
default.

a mad zodiac, plastic in the vapid spool of Eternity

a somewhat always gone
at the very center
of our being
together.
 Mar 2015
Third Eye Candy
it's like we don't love
as we do the very thing
and soft blows
are not so much
when you think
how low...
and the devil
in the details
is your
tailor.

we cannot spoon
where the fork in erode
is a wellspring

my hands are tied but free
to be as feeble as sunlight in chains
where the dark is aloft and mostly
the shunned are anointed
by the cut.

what lingers in the pit has had a viper for breakfast
and the whole
hole

for now.
 Mar 2015
Jayanta
Now deadline entrapped!
Deadline to safe life
Deadline to take food
Deadline to drink water
Deadline to  breathe air!
Now dead line entrapped!
Deadline to recharge vitality
Deadline to recharge vanity
Deadline to recharge - cover-up felony!
Now deadline entrapped!  
Deadline to makeover
Deadline to sprawl
Deadline to crawl
Deadline to growl
Deadline to  haul!
Now deadline entrapped!
Deadline to  behold toxicity
Deadline to amuse atrocity
Deadline to submit buoyancy
Deadline to ****** and welcome grief I
It is the deadline for post modern reformation!
Do as ye do because thou loveth it,
and compete foremost with thyself.

Should ye happen to best many others:
Great. Good for thee. Consider teaching.

If ye happen to be worse than others:
Keep yer chin up. Seek to learn from it.

Become neither hubristic nor discouraged!
Hark! I shall be waiting at the finish line!
Music is my Meditation
"Why is that so powerful?"

"That's what it's all about.
Capturing that ******' moment of unabridged beauty in it's truest forms."

"Why is that so hard?"

"You're not thinking about this current 'now'."

"I never thought of it like that."

"The important thing is that you do now."


I improvised a T'ai Chi form and then a series of pilates/yoga-esque stretches and ended up in a lotus position and meditated for a moment and that all flowed thereafter.
It was ultimately unnecessary for me to write all this down because I've had that motif in my mind for ages now, but I wanted to share.
It was so powerful in the moment that it nearly brought me to tears, which was pretty cool, so I decided it was a sign.
So sue me. >;)

Much love, all. Thanks for reading.
Truly. You guys are alright by me. :)

Now.. time to write 'n play some
HEAVY ******' METAL! \m/
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6fUPaty58U
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The primary obstacles preventing One from following One's Heart
seem to be the incalculable ******* excuses in One's head
ultimately serving to justify a lack of proper effort-
to justify stagnation, complacency, and laziness.

Overcome them or be overcome by them.
You shall never know if you never try.

One who doesn't try
precludes any chance of future success.
One who doesn't care
is unworthy of what success may otherwise be actualized.

Take the incentive to cultivate the Mind.
Have the courage to follow your Heart.
Have the Heart to help others do the same.
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