Right when you think things couldn’t be worse
Write what you think about the fractal universe

Geometry so sacred and divinely intertwined
Poetry is like hatred met love, and they dined

Focus on your hands and all your life’s lines
As lucky fate stands to bargain down fines
Traverse open lands avoiding all the mines
As God reprimands us for ignoring the signs

We all wear masks just to simply save Face
Wearing from tasks, as we Fall from Grace
So we numb the pain, addicted to the Chase
Tomorrow’s Acid rain, ruining Today’s Place

Time, Well...spent will never lead your soul lost
As enlightenment will always be worth the cost

You’re never too late to fill a hole that’s hollow
So Start to meditate and all the rest will follow

I’d like to facilitate a letter to myself and address it with No Doubts

Because to worry about what WE were and are in the past deflates potential future fates and negates the ability to therefore participate in true intellectual debates with your mates.

So remind yourself of this from Chime to chime  and stop to embrace your natural vibration and Exist...

Before you become a passive observer in the almighty abyss and regret the time when you regretted anything and missed...

Anyone or anything that isn’t done and doesn’t sing ...

The praises of an impervious to bliss existence that leans into the sacred and gives it an eternal kiss

Payed and Earned dues, and learned virtues that you’ll never ever lose, as you laugh at your old life and abuse

The illusion of Hope burns your hands like a Rope as we all slip and slide down a cosmic coaster ride and meteoric rain shower combusted with robust brain power that dances in the caves through the waves of relativity and drips illicit acid drops along your spine that diligently remind you of the immaculate feeling of being Divine.

Every single thing has lead to exactly Rite Now
Time’s illusion constantly taunting us SomeHow
Or we collectively suckle from a Universal Cow
Mirrors reflect the past as Haunting will Allow

Turn a blind eye and indulge ignorance’s Bliss?
Or be Chronologically intolerant like a first Kiss
Or Embrace Existence within a Wandering abyss
A Grandiose Delusion,that we’ll still surely Miss

After traverseing through earth’s various Aisles
We proudly wear time’s wrinkles from the Miles

I Climbed to the top of the tallest Mountain
Scaling to the Zenith searching for the Answer
I Even Discovered Life’s youthful Fountain
Then Took A big Gulp.. and it gave me Cancer

Stagnated Comfort grows from the lazy seeds of time’s greed...
As Seasons pass, and leaves once again sprout lusciously green
Falsely Beared Security, Springs promises of fruitful offerings
And Birds and bees breed as the Summer sun sings majestic harmonies
Then your dreams Fall to brown and dance their way unto the ground
And Winter wanders into your lungs deeply breathing itself In
Creeping up into your bones scolding any exposed bare skin
Wondering if next year will be different as the globe slows it’s spin
A Cold Villain ponders even his nightmare, an earth removed of Sin

With motivation so fragile and ever fleeting
like the bumbling male’s chances of meeting ...

In real life for a coffee, drinks, maybe dinner
She looks different from her pictures, thinner?
They drank enough to let the guards within her
Down until that Sunday morning original sinner
Came around, and only a priest can be a winner

I wanna wisk you away to a Tropical Paradox
Run a Risk filled Forest Gump Chocolate Box

Wear your flip flops and your Crocs with Socks
We’re all in the matrix , so don’t give any Focks
Where if someone talks **** tell em to lick Rocks
Roosters tend to grow hard just like Fort Knocks

Soak up that Vitamin D while you ride for free
Try and hide those lies, while you Moisturize
Shampoo & condition me, with Pantene Pro V
Face mask your cries, with a Creamy Disguise

Throw me 21 salutes, I’ll catch them 22 times
Even a group of mutes, feel my spoken rhymes

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.