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Drifton A Way Oct 29
My weary mind wanders like a slick slime Mold
The bleary grind ponders how time got so Old
An eternal bind planning for the future, so Bold
As HuMankind is panning the universe for Gold

So I sit here and stare at the ceiling fan above
Wondering if the action means pushing Shove
Conundrums in thee heart as tight as a Glove
Hypertensive fluttering but all you need is Love

And Round and round we Go
And Deja Vu again you Know
Be a fun guy time for the Show
My ceiling fan persists to Blow

I’m Microdosing lots of life
Hide the kids and the wife
Father time’s sharp knife
Confide in god zero strife

There’s got to be more, as a fact of matter
As a universal spore still persists to scatter
Panspermia comet brought the *******
As My ceiling fan spins, my pupils grow fatter

Where’d it all begin?
And How the hell are we alive?
Apple snakeskin sin?
A Bad screenplay to contrive

So many sacred lessons to be learned
Before the final court is to be adjourned

But Don’t worry the witness hasn’t Sung
The Corrupt Jury will remain forever Hung
Mystical Manna for your mind Carl Jung?
Or just a bunch of Beetle’s chasing Dung?

Either way it’s a long strange trip
And I know you don’t really drink
But maybe just take one little sip
My ceiling fan will make you think
I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♂️ and I kinda like it that way.
Drifton A Way Oct 26
Longing for another memory
Clouded vision, hard to See
Wormhole to the future Me
Past and present reciproCity

I'm just happy to be here
Now.. everything is clear
Another fast moving year
Spinning vast blue sphere

I'm a greedy *******
Just a needy half dim wit
A little scared to commit
And just too lazy to quit

But I do know what luck is
And if God has a pop quiz

My answers would be...

Thank you for the free will
I appreciate that cold chill
A Roller coaster drop thrill
A cherished moment so still

Feeling Encapsulated and basking in the infinite Grattitude
Frozen and Elated in fractured time with my eyes so Glued
Forever Fated to the captured loop a premonition deja Vued
Finally Satiated and the solace soothes my soul perfect Food
We We, last meal? Deep dish Detroit style pizza if you ask me with a side of hot fried chicken and cajun pasta and Japanese hibachi teppanyaki choppy filet mignon and salmon with fried rice and all the sauces and chocolate soufflé to boot with a creme brûlée and a fully dressed white chocolate raspberry cheesecake tuxedo suit.
Drifton A Way Apr 22
Can’t sleep as usual, mind full of racing thoughts
Scattered and unusable, but I must connect dots
Dreams are delusional, paralyzed stomach knots
Life is quite amusable, eternal electric Alan Watts

Searching for meaning in this forever fleeting
Deceiving the future and constantly competing
Passed last stop for gas running late for meeting
Presently stuck in a moment and it’s so defeating

So what do you do?

Well… I change my tone to match the question and try and avoid the slightest detection of my macro case of dereliction by trying to fit into this new unnatural selection.  How about you?

Oh me…. I’m an administrative associate’s assistant advisor to the senor executive director of advanced growth and analytics but….

In my free time I also dabble as a life coach consultant and a freelance enthusiast, who doubles as a self loathing soothsayer who’s also exultant towards psychic’s and any genie’s wish and I pose as a ******.. analyst just to credibly prognosticate the general gist of horror scopes…I know it all sounds pretty… prophetic, but I always act humble and keep it 100 % copacetic

So if you’re making a list, wondering where all your time went, or just one of my many haters

Go ahead and get ******… later, because I’m also the president of the meetup group for ……Procrastinators.
Whenever works for you, just let me know so we can reschedule.
Wake up
Grab a Cup

A Fiend for the Caffeine
Happy Serotonin Going
Nothing but a Lush

Afternoon to Evening
Got my Dopamine Flowing
Man, what a Rush

Humming to a Slumber
Got the Melatonin Slowing
Down to a Hushhh

Pineal Gland in Hand
Got the Hormones Growing
Just about to Gush

Slip to REM and it's Fluid
Finding Zen almost Lucid
Abruptly dreams Concluded

Return to Send
Wake up!
Now do it all Again
Chemical chasing dystopian slaves
Big city racing after utopian craves
Drifton A Way Aug 2023
Another sunset tries to survive, as it drifts beneath the earth and dies

The dreary dawn awaits for it's alter ego to stumble through the night
In theory gone, she baits the line, and casts our soul into another fight
A leery pawn, a game of fates, it's time to know, what feels just right
An eerie yawn, opens the gates, the perfect dream walks into the light

The sunrise comes with haunting cries, shining down on tearful eyes
Darkened skies remind last night's broken promises are Today's lies

Thieving Gray clouds shade the grounds as my head pounds and Throbs
Weaving Stray crowds of worried rats scurried about chaotically to Jobs
Leaving an unbearably noxious musk wafting throughout the surly Mobs
Deceiving another day until the dusk comes lofting like a thief and Robs

The morning's glory, came and went, and not a moment too soon
The mayhem and the havoc hellbent, clamoring to stay high noon
Tensed sheople just making life's rent, until the stars begin to croon
Incensed at the blanket time we spent, chasing the tranquil moon
It's too bright and hot out there, global cooling anyone? Biodome perhaps? Aliens please save us.
Drifton A Way Jun 2023
Ignorance is ****
In the wind
However, it changes direction
Again, and again

A wish, a whirl
A kiss, on the pearl

Polished perfectly for years
To ***, distracting all fears
Like a drum rumbling from the Woulds
**** the If’s, ****, leave the Coulds

Luck like a Lady, and the maybe Shoulds
Spike dope a meanly cost of doing Goods
Do they though?
Drifton A Way Feb 2023
As the lively daze begins to sway its way into those grimy dark nights
Shivers commence along thy spine, as the grey guide, gifts you lights
Just another phase, as you lay claims to new serene dreams and sights
The ghostly fence of fog, a faint veil fading away nocturnal red flights

The Streets lie empty healing from sapiens seeping into their cracks
The Beats pound the town, scarring until sun down, stabbing backs
The corner eye, shall always spy as to why, pondering absolute facts
The foreigner wanders around a strange land abound by what it lacks

Blind Willie Johnson etched in time hurtling eternity through space
Dark is the night, and all is silent as untold stories float with grace
Divine justice arrives supremely sublime ready to look into the face
Spark of yellow light, illuminates the drive to the final resting place

Just a passenger in other's lives, spectacularly haunting wet dreams
The perfect night and memory, a spectacle of championship teams
A bachelor of the universe, a specter meant to drift among the earth
Savor that last bite, tranquility's spectrum, the vastly unseen worth
Maybe it's never been Maybelline?
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