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.

The world looks better
when it’s not looking back.
a photo doesn’t ask you
to pay rent
or get sober.

it just sits there
pretty
quiet--
crooked
honest in a way life never is

Thy eyes
they lie.
the camera doesn’t.
it just
clicks.

It Just captures !

Oh, my Love—stab my eyes—
destroy my eyeballs!
Wait No!!
The final solution—stab me instead—
stab this House of breath
until you're sure I'm—dead!

Oh, her raven hair tied with a white scrunchie
how it shimmered like night around the
  moon.
I longed to weave
wild daisies & cherry bloom
Thru her touch
thro' those strands, soft as love letter
  never sent.

Then perhaps my dream
  like a mad, golden butterfly
would flit, dance and burn on those blossoms
  brief, bright & utterly hers.

Seek to understand the humanity
within those differing views—
along the road of visions
a highway, potholed, dusty, muddy
& infinite.
  Psychologically
grub along like a hitchhiker
on the road of Visions!
  where visions & perceptions
reshape the path to wisdom.

~~
Hitcher on the road
hitcher on the road—
of visions.

Her eyes & her—man
—At the same time
Squeezed lemon on mine
—bleeding sore—
Both stinging
—At the same time!

Jailbird—a prisoner—
of a done crime—

Her eyes—trap mine—
weaving mine
—every poetic line.

~
Young clothes to age
dissolve & drift beyond the quiet grave
I may not know I may not know
The door with no unlocking key.

Yet still Reality persists
A stream that ebbs & flows
Where Time & Truth collide
& I a wisp upon its shore.

~~

We're blind mutts
until we're desperate.

******* in the water
until we're lost in the desert.

Quit that circus a year ago
Wrong crowd
Wrong current

You’ll share
they’ll skip

Their expression?
"Too easy."

Perception?
a whole diff multiverse.

stance?
Well subjective !!

Socialized ?
That's boring

quiet //
Sharp &
Critical.

Still
fine to play the clown for a crowd
but never for you.
~~
Just for them

You become a wandering spirit
haunting thy own thoughts
a philosopher lost
in the ****** of gravity
a world you might escape.
But it is more a heaven
unknown
undrunk
by human noise.

Deep deep inside
I sink deeper within myself
Like a man who's lost it all
My
withered & crumbling heart
my tired body lying exhausted

-Onus

But still
why?
does it
-keep trying to live even more
-keep trying to fight even more ?

~A man~

Peace doesn’t always mean
something good.
I’ve seen different kinda peace
some are worse than wars.