Everything is everything
Everything is something
And everything is nothing
All these things are true
Explain this to me

Never created and never destroyed
Infinite forms of chaos employed
And in a word, we create the world
The tomb awaits your flags unfurled

Ever wonder on an immense coincidence
Something of which you could not make sense
In the world of chaos and lack of pretense
The power of the mind to find eminence

Makes you wonder if there is anything at all

But of course it’s all real, still; is there more?
every atom is connected to every other
particles of quantum entangled brothers
all held together by mysterious force

ocean waves to stones, the dimensional fold
atoms made with the same basic subatomic blocks
building blocks only theoretically locked
deep in the esoteric knowledge untold

And they don’t even exist until you look
but they still control the soul storybook
being nothingness’ revelation uncovered
that I am really nothing, in the world I am smothered

And in the end it’s all vibrating strings huge violins
Energy flowing molding, Janus’ open door
Perception divine, thread on the ocean floor
To the pulse and the ring, guiding all from within

The metaphysical folly of language?
Epistemological toxic steam gauge?
Losing a grip on the parallel plane
Conscious of the clever game
A Vast simplification but the facts remain the same
And go ahead a continue to play the life game
But take a dose of life and tell me its not true
Tell me that you do not feel this in your bones
The bible even preaches this **** in there tomes
You have to understand because its true I tell you!
Everything Is Everything
And nothing, and something
of course it is.

So what is the new next thing?
isick ilich selum lee lay lum
syntax brizoke choke sizome
jabber wizock riverrun,
past Eve and Adam
Raisinets, Kay Jewelers, Round Up ‘s the way
Nirvana sun Gaga Ketchum drum Bellum

Numb undone-or-been done “that’s right son you tell’m”
“Ugh a rhymer?” “a diner.” “no stop it,” “crop top it.”
“No really I’m feeling like this meter is cheating”
“but I can’t stop,” “that didn’t rhyme” “oh yea”

So now what?
What is there?
Can I go any further?

Not not, come **** ****
September November taint
I, you, it—‘s all ****

Writing to stave off boredom
Isn’t everything just another attempt
To stave off boredom?
To escape the nothing of the mind
Of the world,
Posited in an instant
Forgotten a moment later
And lost in anticipation of the next

We are all petty seekers
Seeking comfort in our actions
Seeking comfort in the belief that we actually are
Anything at all
And not even this knowledge, this truth
Can save us from this ugly fait

Suffering in desire?
Or desire in suffering?
I feel myself slipping into Buddhism so let me just say this
Those ******* haven’t found the answer either
In their claims of awakening
And nirvana in detachment
Only the dead are truly awake
Only in the obliteration of the soul is the soul really content
Only then, is it ready to let go

So then where does this drive come from?
the desire to continue
Life from life
The breath of pulsing intention
That only life seems to have
Only life seems to care
About fait and desire
About life

But then isn’t that the rub
Because even particles have a comfortable state
I remember the words of my professor
“the atoms bond because they want to be in a neutral electrical charge”
The word “want” is supposed to be only semantic
Because atoms don’t really “want” anything
But what is the difference
Between the atom’s “want” and ours?
Don’t we all just want to reach a state
Of neutral charge?

How hard can you bite the **** of life
That’s the one thing I ask myself
Malignance unto Death
Rueful vengeance at the depth of apathy
The mind trapped inside the body
The man sits and waits
And watches the party outside the window
The love of the women
Nothing but flowers plays in the background
As the sandy foundation cracks beneath
The man sits and waits
And watches the party outside the window
But he dare not dive through the glass
Though he feels the Anguish
From fear that he might ruin the party below
Crème delish and everything else
Right and wrong are illusions of the mind
And yet, I cannot abandon them
Projected light into the darkness
Epson powerlite 1761 W
Oxymoronic by nature
Paradoxical in practice
I am the lord our god
Pinhole projection in reverse, we all watch the eclipse of infinite suns
And daughters that never really lived
But I regress
the artist is lost as he learns the skills of the trade
and the artist only ever existed in his own mind
fuel dried up
running on good vibrations
past inspirations
all distilled
like potato ***** with ketchup brewed in a prison toilet
but I regress
to the moment I was born
and I didn’t even know it

Man and Animal?
Enkidu and Gilgamesh,
For want of master

Shut the **** up already about your civility
Your calculated reason
On fever pitched high above the nigh, unrelenting woe
The anguish
The souls’ empty hole
Tragically filled with the filthy swill of order
May chaos reign!  
For it is the only truth
The only order
With rites that aren’t lost in practice
It is the only father
That doesn’t devour its kin
For it is only sin
When you rage against the coming of the night
The inevitable night
That eclipses all petty human whims
So is it not right?
To follow the animal within
Wrought from chaos old

I made a bed with Satan
Through knowledge
and Animal lust