Normal people aren't anxious and explaining their existence’s to everyone else wholly within their own mind’s. Most people don't do that. Some people do. I'm one of those people.

The abnormal fantasied reality within my conception plays exciting and often scary acts with peaking and valleying performances within. It's not real; however, I am real, so in a way it is. At least to me. And it's a reality that I face and must tame daily in order to be seen as “normal”. What ever the **** normal means anyway. Sometimes I want to run away and other times I'm too fatigued by trying to care. In stark contrast to when I get caught up in the whirl wind of passion and ideas and I want them to be tangible so bad that I sit and create. The mind loses focus. I look away for a second to make something else... That is if it's not another one of those times that I become so burnt out from the fires of present tasks of building the unreal into the real that I regress.

But I digress.

When I look back at what I've done, and it just seems like a distant memory becoming more and more distant with every passing moment of observation I can't help but get the stirring feeling to get caught up in the whirl wind once more and make a new idea. A new passionate thought forms and the creations can't help but take place. The moment is really the only thing I know for sure. It's not a dream it's as real as being awake, or at least I'd think that until it too becomes just another one of those distant memories; another one of those things amongst all things.

But perhaps I'm just projecting...

Senses; those funny things. Almost as funny as the mind that decodes their meanings. The human presence. The spirit within. the very soul. Like mine that has seemed to ache more than it has not ached. I look at all the things, big and small on the place where I currently reside in the universe that houses me. “Relative,” says one man. “Frequency,” says another. People say a lot of things. Especially to one another. What else would understand? Let alone who? Do you even understand you? I'd ask. A dog would pant, and I'd pat its head knowing all to well that we both got the meaning. So easy to try and do. So difficult not to. And if I changed the positions of the subjects it would be equally as true.

But that’s just the moment now as it would have it...

Better than than than

But if never then than what are we doing?

Other than

Than

It would take a selfish man to lead to hell
to what he could have led to heaven.

Every moment could be your last

Treat it like it will never end and how it can't

Alas, my love, you come to me
As the beauty that I had envisioned
And I hold on dearly
like the cancerian that I am

How do pictures of the past move me still?
Inside I can hear her voice call through time
I stare out of clouded memories sill
Though clear as ever she shines in my mind

She moves in a way never seen before
Words of sin are on the tip of the tongue
And I dive into the oceans of yore
We swam happily along; love’s song, sung

Simple is the way it presents itself
Like an all powerful magnetism
An attraction so great ‘can’t be withheld
Nor would I want to withhold earth’s chasm

And patiently I await without her mirth
Anon, love geysers out the chasm of birth

You'll think every revelation you have is so ingenious

While the fabric of our very existence laps you an innumerable amount of times

When someone is in a race and they run out of their drugs and its the same as when an alcoholic runs out of a drink or when someone else is told that they are running out of their love

And have no more time to live

Life isn't the same

With your cancer

You died before my eyes

But I never thought of you as gone

I always thought of you as you are here right with me

Unless I'm wrong then you have somewhere else better to be

But I know you don't

You're with all eternity

And I know they don't know forever

If we all die today

We might as well die forever

Because honestly

Who else is going to ever remember everything we ever did?

If people never gave a **** about humanity by being humans then wouldn't they be ever forget what humanity ever did?

But it's a lot of fun.

Unconvincingly I nod my head.

Somewhere appears throughout your entire life

And you're the only one who's existing in it

Let's make them all see

Whatever it is that we were born for

I'm indifferent about this place.

I wish that existence's nothing would swallow this shallow apparition and that I could live high inside of a cloud on a planet that had none of the miscarriages that we call modernized life, for existence's sake, on a star that burned out before this was readable.

But that's just what's on my mind right now...

I know that from a human being's conception to their demise that they are pressing their consciousnesses into an image that's being totally misconstrued, and I know that that's no way to live, but it's life.

Now time to add to my story; see you in another 13.8 billion years so I can regale your consciousnesses built within their chemically responsive fold's housings, or perhaps rather a (for a lack of a better word) reconfigurable differently shaped cranium, or whatever non human jelly fish like organism then which would hold thee, but irregardless this is English and you have nothing to show for it but the allegations of judgment and communal stigmata that you probably don't even care to understand, nor bother to know why it even existed in the first place.

Simile if you know what's on your mind every time you have something to say on this plagiarist's controlled orientated  platform created by the people that some guy alive at some point ripped off and was sold to some other people that don't give a **** about their own lights.

Like if you like.

Comment only if you want your insanity to be on display.

Don't understand if you don't understand, or at least if you don't want to.

The mind is real.

Reality is real.

People often don't understand either of those two things, whether it be conditioning, or that it's a fire to bright to look into that they'd be happy with their average deaths.

Then that's that, but that's neither here nor there. It's in both places at the same time and a rant can be called such, but if I summed it down to one word I'd be called crazy.

So I won't let you in on it love.

Eternity goes by in the blink of an eye
When there’s nothing but darkness

How quickly can all things be rationalized within our minds?

I wonder what a mind looks like that only seeks the truth?

One that never settles for anything less than a thought that doesn't become the thought that has been the thought of all thoughts

What ever it may think

I think I think something that is within what I think

There is something more

But nothing less

What do you think about what you've ever thought?

I hope all your hopes are all
satisfied...

Never the less.

How quickly can all things be rationalized within our minds?

I wonder what a mind looks like that only seeks the truth?

One that never settles for anything less than a thought that doesn't become the thought that has been the thought of all thoughts

What ever it may think

I think I think something that is within what I think

There is something more

But nothing less

What do you think about what you've ever thought?

I hope all your hopes are all
satisfied...

Never the less.

I kiss every flower that I pass

As I tear the wings off of bees

They bite me

I don't care too much about their dreams

Their stinger's send me

Send me all the way

I go into anaphylactic shock

But the fruit I know

Still knows

We care about ourselves and ourselves only

One and only lonely and trying to believe in surviving

That's why we care too much

We've given our hearts to everybody

Elese

Who could ever be?

We gave away our selves to try to help our own lives

To live forever

Forgive or don't

I don't care about it

I only know life

From my own

Thought about it

Stinging nose hairs

Smelling grass

Dreaming about nothing

And everything

All at once

And then up walks her flower

Sensing the scent

On the autumn breeze

And we smile

Together

Forever

Is the realization that people are teaching you when they don't have all the answers

And growing up to know that adults are just big children waiting to die

Read right back

It has become well aware to me

That all life is me talking to myself

Amongst all the assaults and loves

Here we are

Telling ourselves

What we want to hear

No one died for my sins

Nor did they ever need to

If you ever needed a friend

I'll be right here

But there's no guarantee that I'll like you

Even if I love you

(For Sure Sure)

Oh, I can see it. . .

You can see it?

Are you for sure?

I'm for sure sure.

I could see it
flickering
and shimmering
in the building's
mirrored facade. . .

When it was going off.


'Got to get there fast!

Every time someone waves a flag
They don’t understand what they are actually of

And maybe that’s enough
Maybe that’s just enough

If I write misery you'd eat it up,
you'd chew until you couldn't chew,
you'd swallow wouldn't you?

When I write love you have none,
you just become to what you succumb,
several takes away from dumb.

I could chalk it all up to beauty,
but the score board will tell what's there
even without your interventions.

It knows even if you don't.