Please plug the flood in my mind.
Pouring like entrancing zebras
prancing shimmering florists
in jackets of hourglass sand.
For they whisper unknown
dimensions of glory
through which I must answer to.
A coin of two sides and infinite meaning.
A part of all things.
apart from all things.
Once you see it,
you can believe it,
dream it, be it.
like the legit twits, lit
as roses in the holy light
of McDonalds.
It's ghastly clown arithmetic
burning its disability into our pours.
Like plasma jelly,
purple and vinyl,
shining like a princely jazz nightmare.
Scribbling on the pink waves of our brains
with sugars and lightening,
with gripping consequence.
like children at play.
like a blade.
like having purpose.
like a mothers kiss.

The universes' grand practical joke.
A relentless blood blister between
the fingers of space and time.
A bag full of 1 sided die.
oh to BREAK the rules to this game!
To be explorers again,
to be human again.

Shining arcane fish
blister the concrete mind.
The solid stupid.
The flexibility we lost is
an icy sting with a rythmn.
A sacrafice for shuning nature.
She whispers
the cold truths in it
for us...
The little rays of light?
They slick WIDE your vision
of what you can be,
and what you aren't.
And what can one do?
There is no recompense for such a force,
there is no treasure map,
only the BLINDed fish.
only the too little pond.

In my mind.
Feels like a long sunset kiss
on a peach tea porch
overlooked
by the breezy evening sea.
Love is Music

"What can I say"
said the wind to no man
it just is and has to be
like fires on the beach
with cool family you found
under a jar of blinky gravity
systematically tearing at our reality
supersymetrically
super intentionally
wheeling grace, the never withers,
slithers through our childhoods
like a puppy you can't help but pet.
knowing that life might be just a smile
on a dead man
an illusion
substitution for what is "supposed" to be?
And the secret to being happy is bared to us
like the perfect answer to a
Cards against Humanity question.
To see the beauty in this perfect clockwork.
we live in
believe in
see in this, human perception is broken we say.
It shouldn't be this way we plead.
We can't see such a thing as our universe.
Not as it truly is.
We have designed simulation sensories
to interact with its perfection,
biologically.
Can you see, what drives us, pushes us,
is the universe!
this multiplicity of energy
the true enigma of the soul
this soul

You flow through me.
My lost pieces are following you around
like a drifting rumor.
Looks like a door way to me...
Our smiling armor,
slowly oxidizes through playful banter.
Brittle to the touch.
The summation of an odd question
we both asked at the same
time .

Can you see I'm lost
can you see I'm bound
why does it matter
that I'm still around

waiting, fading, wasted
trading in my time
life still has meaning
just read between the lines

do you ever get lost
looking in the mirror
I ask whats the cost
to try and see clearer

we are all stripped enough
tripped enough, clipped enough
somehow I've never
quite sipped enough

Don't you think you should
get to know me
before you go saying
who I should ******* be

can't you see I'm falling
not through the air
I know nothing matters
so why do I still care

where am I going
why am I here
is the unknowing
another name for fear