An Inevitable Metamorphose sized type of night
Change- the Prognosis in forever’s constant sight
Undeniably we try as we may and go on to fight
But what’s the alternative? To turn out the light?

Tom Bodet once said he’d leave the light on
But I fret about the dark once Tom is gone
And I bet his eternal soul will rest on five stars
No more motel six lies and flies from the bars

An epiphany once whispered to me her last right
She said once she’s dead you’ll be all out of spite
Hyper aware I choose now to channel and write
Prove you care to the momental very last night

I Encapsulate all my closure and try to meditate
I cannot wait for composure in the face of fate
Empty plate, full of sorrow, but everybody’s ate
Procrastinate again tomorrow before it’s too late

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Eternal chaos of day, strangled out by the night
Heads on their beds, as the owl just takes flight
The street’s heart beat, hums tranquilly just right
Tomorrow hates today,  forever jealous first light

I might burn bright
but without me we’d all be surely dead
So when you lose sight
Remember everything that I’ve ever said

Things weren’t always this way
I used to care, I had an immaculate companion
Until the galaxy made us stray
My heart’s bare, desolate as the deepest canyon

You can Stare at me but at your own peril
You could never see, and were always feral
A disaster pair like we, two fish in a barrel
What could never be, shooting blanks, sterile

You see me as yellow, but it’s only an illusion
Trying to stay mellow, on this new clear fusion
A rare cosmic loner, but you’ll see someday soon
There is no donor, not even your precious moon

Solar flare upset your ozone, ice caps melting
Polar bear regret, all alone, thinking of moving
Poker dare, bet all in, the white dwarf felting
Choker air, let the sin, begin to morph approving

As a new spawn rises, checking night’s defiance
A collective yawn surmises, on our true reliance
A plea for an extension, I pray we stay compliant
Humanities apprehension, dawn of the red giant

I’m finally back on track just like Jack Kerouac

The open road goes wherever the wind blows

And who knows, where each tributary flows

Its all turnkey, wake up to find another journey

Sleep when we’re deceased, too much to see

Keep your hair greased and always stay ready

A potential future memory with every moment

Thee sacred open road, my voluntary enrollment

While we are still here, coherent as it seems
And our majestic flesh vessels mold dreams
We may as well explore all necessary memes

Trivial things, can lead to tributary life streams
Create while we can steer, and embrace teams
Before once again manipulating cosmic seams

Tap into the universal solitude that is posing as thee almighty illusion, we identify as time

And take it while you can, to treat yourself to that future planned trip, embrace the fun guy

Before your grandparents pass the dream dust on so eloquently, like mentors of the sublime

Chase the days, and hop amongst the grass
Cherish the nights, and reflect on the why?

Ponder all you can, remember this too shall pass
Experience learning lessons as the years drift by

So for NOW, maybe get up, and get off your ***
And teach the choice of joy for our tears to cry.

And may you slumber tranquilly in the shade beneath the perfect summer tree breezy fade

While your past and future argue over where they’re  headed and who’s more stressed

Be a cosmic wanderer who roams with the Gnomes knowing this kiss from god is blessed

Utopia is but a fleeting dream as this life is more like a stream .. of…well, consciousness sure, but even when you pour out your soul into that stream, no matter what your essence is or theme, we are but reminded once again that….

We are all one through and through and to stop and breathe while you can. There’s always something else to do… until there’s not,

So exhale the anxieties you carry or temporarily got, like a giant cloud of ***, and let them bleed and careen  into a momentary dream within a dream of thought and question why anything and everything was even ever sought?

The future wrote me a letter saying make a Vow
If you really want to get better start right Now
You must find the right space, I’ll show you How
Now slap yourself in the face,embrace pain’s Tao

Distractions of all kinds swarming like locusts
A plague upon all minds storming for focus
Your actions obscure words from the destination
A vague reenactment, herds of sheople inflation

Thy underdog reaps always coming from behind
As the rabbit sleeps, and the tortoise seeks to find
Victories and keeps the blinders on the full mind
As Aliveness leaps and bows down to life’s grind

Within us lies the kingdom of heaven and a soul
Yet we will deny the divine as we scroll and troll
Or perhaps our mind’s happen to finally be full
Collectively spitting in the face of Eckhart Tolle