My head itches incredibly tonight,
The flames rising and being fanned,
Teemed and tousled,
Tortured by it,
Right down the ***** of my helm,
My teeth still drenched in sage flavor,
Through my crimson gums,
With my sapphire tongue,
Down my emerald ridged tepid throat,
Straight to my crystalline heart,
Onyxed lungs.

Are hands enveloping one another?
Is there really a superior or just annihilation,
Human characteristic,
To be undoubtedly,
The strange and elated,
Co-exist with destructive and all consuming,
Fluorescent corpses live,
Bridging the gap,
The celestial brain of man,

It is hung,
like portraits,
Atrocities, Unfurled,
Achievements unbound,
Like a flash,
The hallway gave way,

Our Minds,
The evolved mind we all share,
Yet so ambled that in groups,
Tribalism,
The merits and true wit emerges,
Gathered around the madhouse flame,
Dancing hysterically into the night,
Naked, Barren, Diluted,
Then after some time,
People judged such acts of pure expression,
As not the norm,
It bared not conformity,
Altho, All this breathed from the same species,
We are not far from a re-conceived
Coliseum,
It all happened in an instant,
As the hallway broke away,
It left nothing in its wake,
This everlasting second,
This beacon in time,
Amounts to the cultivated,
"Truths"
We all interpret,
The Byproduct I,
Simply is all other things,
reacting to all other things,
Right now, the concept,
Someone is having a much different,
Interpretation,
Time, relatively,
Exists in its own vacuum,
Outside the Walls of the Hallway,
A being has exited one brief iota,

Justified and right were the means,
that had met the end,
All the waves that,
were lost beyond the bend,
Came round back again,
It all makes sense now,
All things obvious,
Lost in our perception,
Only a particle of the Cosmos,

I thought I'd get it out,
That the only thing to this,
Is to understand that for all of Thee,
There are many more,
And all that uniqueness,
In one moment,
Ubiquitous,
It wouldn't be lost,
Out there in Natural Wilderness...

Out beyond any world we could conceive,
There is a being, Omnireal, Superimposed,
Stands twenty feet tall, more or less,
Decreasing and increasing at will,
To suit the needs it possesses,
The being would be incredulous to us,
The existence of this being,
Is only existent because of omnirealism,
That is,The reality is given because of,
its own discretion, under emphatic atrophy,
an ouroboros, a colloquial spiral,
Reaching into the expansiveness to the
Entire Realm,
Existence Existing,
Existing on Existence,
Setting into a dreamtown land,
Now this being,
Since reality has befallen it,
How would the midset be,
Contained,
Realized,
Conceived,
Forthwith, the makings of its identity,
Intelligence, Conciousness, Mentality, Entirety,
Assembled in an enviornment,
of its own Omniworldlyness, otherworldly,
Yet still, concrete, immalleable, seething, breathing
Unable to make dramatic change,
Until the final moment,
Where in the end, reality caves in on itself,
Becoming reborn, reincarnate, Big Bang,
Into the same rhythm, echoing,
Reverberating into negating ripples.

I found my mom's ****,
I guess Ill be existential and say,
it,
I'm high on the ****,
Brown in a mold of somewhat,
Stale fashion,
compressed,
yet still
surprisingly
*Wonderous

I have left my carcass,
withering, shriveled in the sun,
Bloated, floating in the seabed,
Carried away, eroded by evering wind,
Embodied, embraced in the flames of the pyre.

The true gift that we all share,
Is nothing,
Our mark of the time and space,
of our,
Moments,
Then this time,
Is everything.

Can I withstand the world
As it quakes beneath my feet?
Back to back with constant corrosion,
In the face of impending doom?

The motif of my life is
greenish-purple, no-one
likes that color,
nor understands its
taste.

What can I contribute but,
my simple words,
oblivious,
well really not caring,
of the reaction to it,
that is, that I wonder where these words
will lead?

Opie Okies,
pursed lips,
Midwestern turn,
of phrase,
Grubby,
makeshift enterprise,
Whose building,
has ol' ***** wisemen,
sittin' on the porch,
chewing the fat,
of the fish caught,
cheaply from the dock,
Their faces branded,
a top the flickering neon billboard,
A majestic pile of gleaming ****,
A ****** statement,
under breath,
That is America today