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159 · May 2022
Diary of the Sol
Drifton A Way May 2022
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
If they swim south, will they change their names? Promise them a free Coca Cola and a toothless smile and they’re in.
158 · Jun 2020
Ephemeroptera
Drifton A Way Jun 2020
The Mayfly may die, but then what is truly living
Do they wonder why god wasn’t more forgiving?

I imagine them full of wit, the epitome of brevity
Keep it light, game to spit, the essence of Levity

They started from the bottom of a river bed floor
Greendrake been here since the ancient dinosaur

Shedding skin 20 times in just the last two years
Gazing at the great above, ignoring all the fears

Dreaming of the way somehow my wings spawn
Awakened and that day is now, my fateful dawn

Crawling about, Just can’t be breakfast for a trout
Swimming devout, holding my breath almost out

Aghast birds pout after hunting through the night
Alast my wings sprout and I'm ready to take flight

Majestic fluttering about, wondrous afternoon delight
Not one single doubt, as we fly higher toward the light

Love is literally in the air with our Prehistoric Dance
As Weather radars blare, noticing nature's Romance

Time is spent, not a care in the world, a passionate Trance
What it meant, to fly freely, giving life yet another Chance

No need to feed, we lived fast and our destiny died young
Life goal to breed, song's been sung, spring's finally sprung

The MayFly may die but it's story reminds us how to truly Live.
Wondering why, as it searches then finds the purpose is to Give.
Love is in the Air
151 · Dec 2020
Write and Wrong
Drifton A Way Dec 2020
To put a W in a Word that does not need or Want it seems Wrong
To trouble you, is absurd, but do pay heed to the lyrics of the song

Building blocks stack in your mind full of thoughts and out of sight
As broken clocks start to rewind to find a bridge in time to Just Write
Hickory flavored wood chips and barbecue basted Pig lips loosen the fishes hips that creep within the titanic's grips
147 · Jun 2022
Your Last Night
Drifton A Way Jun 2022
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
Just a little catharsis for the starts of the sharts and riddles laughing with the Paul Blarts and the minor parts of life’s ridiculously caught in betweens  and middles.
140 · Feb 2020
HighRise
Drifton A Way Feb 2020
Do not spite or despise, your lost soul mate
Who ate a bowl of lies, and seems to ignore fate
One cannot recognize, that the time is too late
With dark closed eyes, the blind walk straight

Do not let fear turn to hate, fore everyone dies
But to walk through that heavenly gate
And see bottomless all you can eat cheese fries
I pray thy smell that pristine, holy bait
Follow that Cartoon window trail of fresh pies
Wind blew, to find another empty plate

Maybe the taste would have helped you realize
To take a chance, and go on that date
Rooftop dance to ourselves reaching new highs Spanish guitar, sangria, a perfect state
The immaculate view of you in perfectly lit skies
That night was only ours to celebrate.  

But alas the air is full of my cries
Time’s heart beats at a rapid rate
I can hear the angel’s loud sighs
Maybe we don’t all deserve great  

Lest you forget fortune will favor he who tries
So if you wake up today with that blank slate
Live YOUR right way and no doubt you’ll Rise
To the highest place, where no one has to wait
Do you think Heaven has a Flash Pass?
138 · Jul 2021
The Sour Milk Cow
Drifton A Way Jul 2021
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
Bleh
138 · Jan 2024
The Lucidity of your City
Drifton A Way Jan 2024
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
133 · Feb 2023
Illegally Blinding
Drifton A Way Feb 2023
Fortune ate the last bite and did us all a favor
A portion meant, a last rite, take time to savor
A moment spent,fleeting bliss,epitome of flavor
A sin to repent, one more kiss, sign the waiver

For never more, a mind so poetically controlled
Forced to abhor, seek revenge, a heart so cold
Free Folklore, one kind soul, sadly bargain sold
Found lost ashore, wash, binge, have and hold

Yes life is tough, but we play cards we’re dealt
Free will to bluff, beware lessons leave a welt
Improv off the cuff, words can make ‘em melt
Don’t forget rough times, broken down to felt

Empathy is the key to unlock all of humanity
Where once you were blind, now you can see
Not only is it not you, but a projection of me
Reflection’s of thee eternally free collective WE
133 · Dec 2020
Pro-Crash-The-Nation?
Drifton A Way Dec 2020
Envisioning the day and that pure feeling captured by Completing
I'm at the post apocalyptic book signing, chatting up fans, Greeting
All the new faces, places, fame, fortune, there's very limited Seating
No time to breathe, your fifteen minute dream is up, life is Fleeting

And then you awake, to find yourself at the back of a cargo ship
Cheap worldwide vacation cruise, where I'll focus and get a grip
Reality was never too good to me, just a meaningles radar's blip
Now I can finally focus and write that perfect script on this Trip

Drip...Drip....Drip...

Distractions creep in my mind, what's that smell? A familiar Stink
Deep penetrating pungent stench, a repugnant reminder to Think
Delve into the details, my eyes grow blurry, but before I can Blink
Dawn is gone, and darkness is upon us as the ship begins to Sink

Precious cargo plunging to the bottom of the sea, I clasp to a Crate
Driftng away, I cannot help but ponder if I've decided my own Fate
Always on the cusp, right on the brink, this time it may be too Late
Gazing into Dusk, falling asleep, the devil will never Procrastinate
Inspiration is but a dream like a hollywood action scene of caffeine rushing through your veins with a temporary plea of insane helping to free the creation grain to sprout an idea into conception and help us briefly feel like the Exception.
127 · Jun 2020
Ahhh Muse Meant.... for Me?
Drifton A Way Jun 2020
I have traversed this majestic nation far and wide
Now I find myself at the great continental divide
I have only the pale, gray moonlight as my guide
Chasing a rumor, that the universe has never lied
Searching for inspiration, my pride and ego died
Unexpected fate always finds you, it’s true I tried

I camp under the stars and play connect the dots
Drifton a Way I dreamt all the best hidden spots
With me was an angel, whom made life so bright
The kind you talk, laugh and love with all night
She is divine inspiration, making any hand write
A Muse Meant for my soul, a smile of pure light
127 · Dec 2021
Trip Me Out
Drifton A Way Dec 2021
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
126 · Mar 2020
The Ridden Story
Drifton A Way Mar 2020
Let’s Start off by taking a little paradise vacation
But I must forewarn your heart’s will be Racing
But Run as we must from the wild geese chasing
The true art appears not searching for motivation

It lies within the Journey, we all just love to say
Like a weekend with Bernie, I love a good cliche
But to live in the present, will carry you Eternal
But when exactly then, do I write it in my Journal

So we carved it in Stone, and painted cave walls
Some wolves roam alone, as the holy moon calls
We carve it in our skin, to sacredly commemorate
A map where you’ve been, need to communicate

A Story carries us through the Years Wondering
What glory felt like for our peers after wandering
Desert sands and vast seas a test for brave Souls
Sacred lands, fall to knees, sacrifice for the Scrolls
Tis innate as we are but a simple social being for without it we shall perish like a blind eye never seeing.
121 · Feb 2020
I Woke Up... Like This
Drifton A Way Feb 2020
Faking ******* like a storm trooper In a tropical storm I must forewarn that I was Jedi born and now that I got you Luke warm I’ll bathe you in the sins of the lord like Conan we live and die by the sword or sometimes the cross if there’s a Judas behind the scenes like the boss of oz a wizard pulling strings addicted to chasing all the finer things like championships and super bowl rings, they want your girl as well as multiple flings but don’t want to deal w what it brings and run and hide like a canary that sings no limit poker swings Steve Irwin Man-ta ray stings like the sun beams down on your dreams recognizing irony and dollar bill creams yall crawl to the mall and worship what’s shiny and gleams idolatry and all that material false profiting it’s not my type of scene so let your head fall back in the stream of eternal offering.
🤷🏻‍♂️Spewing out of me like a vessel let it flow no need to wrestle
118 · May 2020
Indistinct Shatter
Drifton A Way May 2020
Brimming bulbous clouds of coffee begin to burst
Dimming glinting crowds, quenching sin’s thirst
They waited so long, wondering if they’re cursed
Now a Caffeinated song, rains as joy is dispersed

Ideas are sparked,evolving epic indistinct chatter
Light was darked, but people are still just matter
Mathematical Molecules make up a matrix batter
They will modify our souls, just to make us fatter

The lazy are easier to control, like a worker bee
Just crawl back into your hole, and watch a TV
It’s a show about a raging bull, parting a Red Sea
The game’s fixed, horns are dull, illusion of free

The world has gone awry, only the corrupt lead
The poor wonder’s why, they continue to bleed
Economy at all time high, we can only succeed
Quarantine our souls dry, with toilet paper greed
You’re ****** if you do? Well then we better not, just quarantine and chill with that new pfizer Netflix pill.
117 · Aug 2021
Merrily Life Stream
Drifton A Way Aug 2021
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?
Those ideas and inspirations that just come to you in dreams so obscenely timed yet so serenely divine with recent soul transitions is quite a convenient coincidence isn’t it?
114 · Oct 2024
Merci Lottery
Drifton A Way Oct 2024
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.
108 · Oct 2020
Dark Matters
Drifton A Way Oct 2020
Temptation lies, quietly in the deep darkness and she forever Blinds
Vacation tries, to distract our busy lives, but reality always Reminds
Elation, prize chasing, Oxytocin dosing, hunting all different Kinds
Separation ties anxiety from me, perpetually cutting attempted Binds
Stagnation, paralyze your hopes and dreams tainting treasured Finds

A humble Demon-Stration, that the ego sleeps, but never truly Dies
Even a sturdy Foundation,cracks and seeps with leaks down to Size
Self examined Exploitation,jumps and leaps, to look at me advertise
Here's an indirect Invitation, calling all creeps, what a big Surprise?
Guys DM slide, an Inflation of pride that keeps vanity on the Rise

Skies turn gray as hurricanes of Aggravation reign down Exhaust
Supplies never arrive as pains of Degradation echo the fateful Cost
Cries permeate the air like stains of Cremation, 7 billion lives Lost
Devise a plan to use our brains,a Generation of blurry lines Crossed
Eyes wide shut, search remains of Expiration within a nuclear Frost

We can only pray alien spies from a far off Constellation are Sent
And hope they arrive as allies with a high Vibration to Reinvent
We must abide to compromise and give their Vaccination Consent
And hopefully one of our wise gets a Translation of what's Meant
Also, we're a species that relies on threat of Damnation to Repent

Ground control to MySpace Tom, please advise on your Location
First stop was a moon base, such delicious pies, a true Revelation
Then we saw the Mars face, inside they baptize you in Information
Then we had a ship race against the Enterprise, exquisite Sensation
The Interstellar bookcase causes cosmic butterflies into Migration
Mchugh MattHonestly said it best while traveling through the wormhole....'They keep getting older....and I stay the same age"
106 · Oct 2020
Meaning...Full
Drifton A Way Oct 2020
And so it all comes to This
Existence is Persistent
So close your eyes for a kiss
Persistence is Existent

And relies on time, to miss
I shall now present
To you a moment to reminisce
But what’s it all meant

All hunting for pure bliss
Striving for an ascent
Sins wash away to the abyss
Heaven’s gate is bent

Time for an existential crisis
Another day was spent
So really enjoy your next ****
Definition of contentment
97 · Oct 2024
My Ceiling Fan
Drifton A Way Oct 2024
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.
50 · Feb 25
Now I Know
Drifton A Way Feb 25
Alphabetically speaking
Biologically we're seeking
Communication in some way
Dying Dictation signs of decay
Extraordinary sprouted seeds
Fragmented within the weeds
Germinating wants and needs
Hibernating the ***** deeds
Irrigate the dire desert thirst
Jubilate, the levee finally burst
Keeping faith, knowing no bounds
Leaping wraith, hallowed grounds
Merely thankful for each breath
Nearly drank myself to death
Obtain the keys, unlock the soul
Pain and pleasure to fill the hole
Quietude to soothe your mind
Renewed mood the sacred kind
Striving for answers, yearning for more
Thriving in distractions, avoiding a cure
Untie the line, and cut the lure
Vie and opine the truly pure
Wardrobes a bore, plain gray's just not for me
Xenophobes galore in this brand new galaxy
Yin to the yang, balance they say is key
Zen with a bang, the universe is set free
48 · Mar 28
My Loml
Drifton A Way Mar 28
Lying in the dark, trapped inside an imprisoned mind

Vying for a spark, a whole new light of a different kind

The painted air looms, a dusty cloud of putrid shared despair leaves us blind

A tainted glare glooms, a toxic proud gas
that just doesn’t care about a rare find

Tons of ***** in a ***, an epidemic of a tired, rotten town

Dire schemes are sought, to Truman’s show we are bound

Genetic labs thicken the plot, designed to keep us all down

But seedling dreams of thought, alas flutter to the ground

So I ****** the seed, and bury my fist deep within the ready soil
The sun shall feed and I’ll nurture any need, this idea won’t spoil
Tirelessly until I bleed, I won’t sleep, the truth lies within the toil
My fateful flower freed, from the weeds, too futile to ever foil

Oh Lord please let this seedling sprout and  forever grow
Grant me the opportunity to be devout in love and show
My Poured tears supplanting drought, with the joys I’ll know
Plant my queen without a shadow of a doubt, from below

Exhausted I leapt into the shade, end of day, no more debts to pay
I kneeled and wept, began to fade, and in a daze started to pray
The moon crept in as the sun strayed away to once again obey
And there I slept, all night I stayed, until I woke to skies so gray

A storm was brewing, but I knew exactly why
I had an immaculate dream, that made heaven cry
And as I lay in the mud, lightning lit up the sky
And I saw the purest beauty to ever grace an eye

The most angelic being, from the hopeful seed I had planted
The all knowing, all seeing, dope fill of everything enchanted
Inseparable yet somehow freeing, a slippery ***** so slanted
Debate about disagreeing, nope, I’ll never take her for granted

She is the antithesis of loneliness
Sheer absolute bliss when we kiss
A metamorphosis with a love like this
As I reminisce searching among the abyss

She lights me up like glow worms in a cave
I feel funny for a while, like a perfect wave
A hobbit’s drunken smile, ring fueled slave
Perfect waterfall hike, so much life to crave

I’ve wandered through the dense fog alone
Stuck in a constant, stagnant roaming zone    
To find the cure for restless soul syndrome
Is no matter where we go I’m always home
46 · Feb 17
It Just Felt Write
Drifton A Way Feb 17
Fortune came a little late, but will it still favor the brave or the bold?
Too soon to claim it's fate, must not waver, stave off the urge to fold
A boon to be, fortune ate, a last meal to savor, just a slave to the gold
Full moon, worth the wait, the perfect flavor, fresh grave for the old

Waiting pensively for the doors of perception to crack open the realm
Baiting extensively, fore the chores of deception tend to underwhelm
Sense the false security, then grab a knife to slice the heavy tension
Rinse within the purity, waterfalls of life, the price of time's pension

Confiding in the powers that be, evolving to become pro creations
Sliding through the showers, and resolving all the lost translations
Clamoring community and connection, chasing dreams of affection
Stammering an opportunity for objection, facing streams of reflection

The Siren's sounds softly satiate the souls of mortals to keep them full
Hallowed grounds shall await, as we search for portals to a final goal
idk you figure it out.
45 · Mar 4
A Luminous Oasis
Strangely numb, hollow and gray inside
Deaf and dumb, just along for the ride
Waves succumb to a ghostly ebbing tide
Very last crumb, the day inspiration died

But hunger shall survive
Energy never truly dies
Rented bodies living lies
As Nebulae comes alive

Supernova through a portal, born again
Saw Jehova, merely mortal, bargain bin
Deja preview, a movie I swear I’ve seen
Same new you, wondering how you been

Well it felt like eternity in a few seconds
I’d “say” more than words, pure essence
An Absolute still particle of blinding light
Soundly Sleepwalking in the dark of night
Saw my homie Ostasis the other day, so even keeled and always keeps it real.

— The End —