Sam's head,
believed it could fly,
No one told him it couldn't,
One day it flew off,
And with Icarusque wings,
Clipped,
Pierced the resoluting skies,
Seeing all things possible,
At least trying,
Perfection found in failure,
to see the true light,
not understanding,
*ENLIGHTENMENT

Fanaticism is now a mental disorder,
If you don't accept all realities,
disciplines,
teachings,
you accept singular rationales,
To have a complete consciousness ,
within another accepting vessel,
is the artist's gift.
the nightmare shortly follows,
that it wasn't long enough to
remember.

I don't even speak the same language,
Their's is an Enochian epitaph written,
in dark, deep mysterious Sanskrit walls,
awake and be birthed,
into the awaiting chants and arms outstretched,
In a stupor, self imposed,
stamped on this auspicious occasion,
the winds were upturned,
The city scope stretched,
A way I hadn't seen before,
The path led down,
Then collapsed seamlessly into itself,
Sitting in front of these chameleons
and Poseidon Pusifer himself,
two poles to impale,
people like me,
The self is likened to the world world,
The world is likened to the self,
Gravity made the man jump,
the landing broke his fall,
Each moment the breath is breathed,
for every reaction there is a hand,
in waiting,
ready to strike,
Calling out words that don't make no sense,
Feeling things that cease to exist,
they collide,
Splendid omnirealization,
the the world begets,
humanity.

Screamed at the cat,
thought he toppled the cage,
turned out to be the shelf,
didn't have enough time,
to rinse my hair.
Powered to work;
enjoyed the brisk excersice,
accompanied by grotesque ambience,
"What is that ****?"
From the arrogant.
Three man close,
ends as slow as it started,
the ride home had a sidetrack,
acoustic grassland band,
self proclaimed leader was a real A-hole,
wouldn't let me play,
when I finally did they liked it,
but I didn't give two *****.
Accident on the freeway,
as the faces passed by,
none of them saw me,
but the whole congregation was there,
police, bus driver, Metro insurance man on the side,
in full regalia,
witnessing yet another,
one of those days.

The main thing is that life mimicks,
the ones around you are,
you.
The movie failed to realize,
that people around you,
are,
real.
They make up consciousness,
and everything is a,
flying,
dream!

Almost 6 in the morning,
lying on a cloud,
jazz is hinted in the air,
Music is all around me,
whirring,
worry,
Say a little goodbye,
and turn off the light,
It's a wonder why,
why oh why,
that I have felt,
the bare brisk morning,
exhausted under the rain,
I can feel a pull somewhere,
That surreal roadtrip of dear,
afternoon, setting adrift into,
the night's dementia,
Knowing hell is very much at the gates.
Arrogantly sitting in denial,
That we'll need to learn
to
Swim
So high I'm flying,
Then Wham, all of it hits the fan,
Tearing a place down,
Giving no *****,
Common decency and conventional nuisances,
basic human self,
Then their shots are heard,
Each penetrates at a different
angle,
each unique unsuspecting happenin'
dudes.
Waging war on themselves,
Publicly!
Felt the thigh that I was forced,
to **** was whale ****,
I cursed 5 guys & Dinkytown!
Smoldering in the wreckage,
A white Kenyan or a
Brave Lunatic
who gave me three dollars.

Life's Dramaties, traumatizing moments,
Rally together with the inertia of time,
Just as the soul is expounded to its limits,
On the verge of reversing in,
Or gently tugged away/ violently combustion,

The maturity of a timeline,
as if entangled with the world around,
none are spared from eternal embrace,
cosmic or otherwise,
drawn into a twisting, churning,
vortex,
Tunnel...