and so many times I've stopped
to catch my breath
but what's a breath
in that second before death?

*eternity

I am only a figment of my imagination.
Caught in a deep sleep, continuous dreaming.
How can I trust “anyone else” ?
When I am clearly lying to myself.

It's the specific & the universal
the balance of it all

a term lost in context
as we continue to fall
further and further
from the ground we know
a misshapen object of
memories stored to show
our friends and family
just how deep we go

How deep can we get?
What limits the experience?
Can we escape them?(the limits)

the depths are infinite
limitless expanses, inescapable
insanity rooted in our humanity
chains linked with excuses
weighted by disillusion
clouded by confusion
floating alto, stratus, cumulus
just snap fingers three times quick
and see through the illusion


Whats the illusion like?
I want to know it all.
Have you been there?*


been there? I used to live there
and everyday I wish I could go back
where pretty pictures stick as fixtures
but alas, I opened my eyes wide
for the first time saw reality
as pain washed in with the tide

take caution with your pursuit of knowledge
it seems any kind of bliss can only be found in ignorance
but who needs bliss when the world is so intricate
and who's to say we're so delicate, it's
taken an ocean to erode my exterior

I exist near nowhere
floating,  detached
arms outstretched
can't quite grasp
the parameters
of your perception
borne of my own
cognitive deception
dissonant resonance
of different frequencies
than what I perceive

Not what I claim to be
amazing, the level of hypocrisy
even in mundane conversation
lies roll of the tongue
in rhythmic beats
scripted sheets
pre-written dialogue
spit like *****
out of the mouths of ideologues
preaching ignorant unity
and pro-rated conformity
catching the youth
at alarming rates
and so quick it's done
from the first yarn spun
conversely the idea
of total honesty
has toyed with me
but I couldn't
couldn't continue
too much to lose

I can't wrap my mind around this paradox.  A riddle called life where the birds flock to the sun.  As I chase street signs wondering if I'm the only one who understands.  Can someone shed some light on these plans?  Are there really any answers or just more questions that we keep asking while changing directions.  Lost in this maze of difficulty looking for serene simplicity, well, that's at the end of a different tunnel.

I'm losing my mind, but all the while wondering if it was ever really mine.  Molded by masses of moguls playing games to make those extra dollars.  Telepathic signals that control knee **** reactions while I keep thinking, hopelessly, that I control my actions.  We're all revolutionaries in our own right, the blood shed always seems to be justified by the means, but the means are never justified.  Ask yourself what we are fighting for.  Freedom? No, we don't want freedom, we want to be able to buy a large home with multiple flat screens.  We to own land, and plants, thoughts and beliefs, animals and trees.  We want commodities, and some stock options.  We are terrified of freedom, because then all have the right to choose, a life we don't agree with.