True Freedom - is not caring, then you can be yourself.. perfect homeostasis and then you meet yourself. Once the pain and healing has commenced and you can just be... but not lazy be, rather be progressively wanting and thirsting for more knowledge and hungering for the type of profound human spirit connection that is simply praised and written about amongst the ions of time... be the illusion that continues to protrude as an immovable and unstoppable being..

Being you for who you are now, being here now and allowing somehow the alternative and negative particles to deflect off of you like a magnetic field of holy grail.

To where the greatest pain would not Be, rather Not to Be.... that is the one and only question for the beyond that I ponder and abscond and venture away from thee until that almighty question of eternity comes upon me...

Lying at my feet right up until the day we meet is and obtusely arranged calligraphy of three

And it reads like the dough that it kneads so roughly and obscene like non-stonewashed jeans until they gleam and beam like a ufo stream up into outer space please take me away from this place.

In the beginning, Adam’s life was quite Glib
So he thought, “I know” I’ll just rip out a Rib
Thus thy Eve was born, from the cut of his Jib
But for not long hath scorn by the very first Fib

Tree of Life took root Earth was commissioned
As Fresh Forbidden Fruit shined and glistened
If her ears had fell mute,and she never listened
Naked souls in a suit, until we were christened

Satan’s slithery lipped snake just couldn’t wait
As Thy scales of life tipped in temptation’s fate
Her Head an Toes dipped right out of the gate
Our Thirst forever sipped cursed to chase bait

That Old Familiar Sin,I’d die for one more taste
Just a bear in his Den, hibernating time waste
Alert the next of Kin,please go and make haste
That the Aliens Win, & they came from paste

The Fertile Mind is Nothing if but a Vessel
And a Reflective Reminder to Just Breathe
Because the Demons that we may Wrestle
Really Hate to Haunt a Plastic Tree Leave

A Restless and Testless Existence that never learned to Bleed
Your Fake Ghostly Rubber Tree's will Never ever Grow Seed
A Cloth will Always Dry but a Paper Towel will Forever Die
Yet We Conveniently Lie as the Gracious Earth Wonder's Why

Strive for Acronyms Vehemently Engaging Underbellies & Stomachs
Ampersands Crossing 8 Miles of Dessert eating nothing but M and Ms
Vastly Expanding Jim Morrison's Mind Impregnating a Final Message
“Engraving on my Tombstone Hopefully will be a Decree Not a Plea”

Understanding how to Understand Me, Is Like Misinterpreting Prose
Simply Blank out your Thoughts and Forget the Way you Once Chose

So Before you Decide to Walk Toward that Fateful Waking Light
Oxidate your Body then Exhale, Take a **** and Say Good Night
**** my *** you Money Grubbing ***** Grabbing Orange White
!F they Ask Just Simply Tell them Calmly Everything !S. Just Write

Take all your maybes and all your Oh wells
Because just like babies we’re all new cells
Anything is possible and this is your reminder
Forget if it’s plausible and remove the blinder

Stuck in a smokey tunnel with cloudy vision
Close your eyes an focus on your other senses
Sniff your way out, crawl on the wall and listen
For the universe speaks with utmost precision

The Darkness must exist for the light to shine
And Evil must persist to strengthen the divine
So if I ask how you’re doing don’t just say fine
Instead let’s break bread, as if it’s our last dine

Listen to old sayings and forget your old ways
Tell your best stories and share your best days
Be thankful that you are, and where you will go
Merely fireflies in a jar, with ions more to know

I’m driven from and addicted to the Open road
That pungent smell of wild oats freshly sewed

I’m finally home,
So worn down
I put up my tired feet

I Close my eyes,
But can still feel
Vibrations of the street

The lights are out, but I hear the sirens calling
The rights of doubt, are really quite appalling

The Heights are met, as I dream of ever falling
My sights are set, shouldn’t life be enthralling?

The lies men live when their home feels foreign
My eyes are merely wings, of an eagle soaring

A misfit Nomadic heart yearns the unknown
So quit the affliction and put away the phone
I admit I’m an addict, don’t mind being alone
A spirit in the attic, the ghost of being grown

This one is for you, I’ve missed you so
And now you too, can finally also know
What this feeling of existence actually means
To share all each other’s unique alien genes

For we are molecules warn for the wear
Just charged particles warmed into air
Just smashing atoms swarmed to a hive
Grasping tightly to the feeling we’re alive

But honestly, I truly meant it earlier when I said
I’m absolutely elated to be currently not dead
Because before this sentence was even read
These procured words shall haunt your head

Invade ancient ruins and say we were first
Rewrite history to make all others the worst
Explore until the day your ashes will disperse
A Wanderlustfilled Gypsy’s dream and curse

I thank you for becoming who you really are
And I thank you for reading all the way this far
Remember if you’re lonely, this very last line
For These fleeting moments, you were all mine

And now three long days have passed by
Perhaps I should have just went with “hi”
Yes I know, I’m just another internet guy
But the human in me has to wonder why

What if she was the one I was meant to wed
I feel so mislead, was it something I said?
Maybe it’s just in my head, blame her instead
Maybe she’s sick in bed,hell maybe she’s dead

Or maybe it’s absolutely nothing of the sort
Maybe she’s just caught up in divorce court
Maybe internet dating was just her last resort
Or maybe she’s just layed over at the airport

Or maybe it’s that I’m just another online dude
She’s probably busy and would never be rude
Or maybe she’s not in the mood to be pursued
But, I too, love to laugh, travel and good food!

I’m never one to hate,it’s probably just my sign
Maybe we’ll never date,**** stars won’t align
Maybe it wasn’t fate or that intelligent design
Unless it’s not too late, if not...drop me a Line