Blind
A frustrated mind
Sees nothing.

A positive aura from your side
When the day
craves the young night.

Don’t rebuke where you are
Don’t rebuke your slight.

In the orb of Arbiters
Surrounded by.

Perhaps human life
Is a flock of birds
soaring through the sky

Perhaps the human mind
Is like an unearthed
Exciting thrilling science.

I think I should say hello
But my brain just blanks  
you know?
Heart says “go” feet say “no”
So I stand here…

Stuck in hello.

Hello........

Ahhhhh

Let it be.

for the mind's eye
the vision can be
darker & unreal

for the mind's voice
the whisper can be
provoking & manipulative

for the mind's thoughts
a great chasm, Canyon
 of ancient wisdom
achieved & level-unlocked
by inscriptions, Experience
& ages you stroll in this
peaceful & slowly rotting Earth
an ancient greybeards

for the mind’s wisdom
no thought is new.
  All things return
recycled as dust
as fire
as word
as prayer, as plastic.

wanna write more 'bout you

but f~ck—

my brain already
burnt all its fireworks.

No.

This ain't fair—
this is cruelty
dress'd in a lab coat
grinning like chemistry.

Ah f~ckin dopamine —

I’m a crybaby
Lying on her lap—so deep.
Reading poems
I’ve written for her
She dares to believe.

She twirls~ my hair—
Twice—twice it entices —
Loving the way she ponders
Before she realizes.

I’m a crybaby
Lost in the night.

On her lap
I’ve found my lonely paradise.

You smell like gardenia
as in late spring.

I'm walking away
for I might pluck thee—
& you’ll wither by dusk
after a day.

For thy sake
I'm walking away
& waiting for another
fierce bloom of May.

Me:
Doing cigarettes?

Bro:
Yeah bro, that makes you cool & drippy!
It’s like, the smoke shapes your aura.
Grey & mysterious. Girls love that.

Me:
Haha, are you serious?

Bro:
Bro wade through the river of non-smokers.
They’re dry. Dull.
Sipping smoothies in silence.
None of the women from this generation
like non-smokers, you know?
We are born to attract em !
Follow the trend !

Me:
Bro, but listen to me—
Bro but ..
I don't follow the trend
I make my own   and..

Bro:
Nah, you listen!
This is your age!
This age is never gonna return.
We're never gonna hang out like this again, dude.
Look around…
The chiya is hot, the sky is pink,
& your lungs? Empty—
what a waste.

Me:
Broooo…

Bro:
Smoking & tea is the only ecstasy!!
The puff is the prophet
the cigarette—our staff of rebellion!

Me:
Bro, but I wanna do drugs.

Bro: (pauses)
What?

Me:
Yeah, seriously. A whole lotta drugs.
Not just smoke—
I want the sun to melt.
I want me and my shadow to be 5th dimensional.
I wanna get crazy !
I want my soul to tap dance on Saturn.

Bro:
Dude… what?

Me:
I’m tired of these mild rebellions.
You’re out here glorifying smoke
like it’s a divine sacrament.
But I want the real f~ckin chaos.
Jim Morrison, Osborne Ozzy ,  
All these ****** Rock stars

I want to argue with gravity.
Argue with non-humans!
Gods

Bro: (stunned)
…You okay, bro?

Me:
I think I’m becoming art.