Why am I doing this?
Is it to somehow appeal?
Having a deep desire to,
Be exposed and living,
With many bland and empty arrogances,
Somehow it’ll be different with me,

Then when all is out there,
Did it make a difference,
Constant grief for the,
Great Thought that got away,

Why do I do this chant,
It all comes out as static,
What for are those,
Playing accursedly with loud dentures,
Flapping gums,
Getting points across,
Raising eyebrows,
Glancing back at what’s just gone,
Then, by will, carry one.

Feel the dream coming through,
Let it please be true,
Silently granules fall,
Between myself and the hall,
Let the bubbling not come afloat,
Burst and that’s the last thing I wrote.

When was it but in this moment,
When I was here and there,
Right here in this moment,
Where it didn’t count anymore,
Walked around in circles,
All the same
Right here in this moment.

Curse you for Giving me nothing but pleasure,
For the minute Pain that helped,
In its gruesome, ugly intesity,
True dianetic energy magnitude,
Was a droplet compared to the,
Ocean of tranquil pleasure

Left standing in the overpass of a great shadow,
It seems that This opens more doors,
Not shutting them all
But the one that I would re-open,
It’s hard to hear it’s locked now.

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.

Could the world stand on its head?
I’d pay to see it,
I’d join in and stand on mine.
Belly up and trying to haul,
My sis to the asylum.

Begging your pardon,
Justice with a leash,
I had my time to think,
And wallow in the dish

Take it away bring me back,
I want to see if I can stand up again,
She was there to lift me up
Then push me down through the ceiling.

Cascade and twitch
I can feel the itch
Pain helps you know you’re alive,
Love makes you crazy

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!

I can’t stand the way you’re always looking at me,
Sick and tired of thinking what will come to be,
Shaking the flaky dreams from my hair
I’m just sick and tired oh well who cares.

It isn’t a shame how it all ended,
Burnt up and feeling fine,
Can’t wait to find,
That feeling again,
That I’ve found the right one.

So many kinds I just want to taste them all,
Deep down inside I know you’re out there,
I’m sick and tired of sitting alone with the old one,
It’s time for something new.

All of this sounds angry,
maybe because it is,
but I like it,
no anger,
Just retribution,
Your disease,
Is out of my heart

I feel reborn,
To hell with all the
Drama,
You brought it upon yourself
There's only one I can trust

What you do and did,
is unforgivable,
You think it's safe,
behind someone's back,
But I pulled the knife out,
turned around,
gave it a kiss
and threw it away.

I had arrived after the long trek,
Richer as I had experienced the
frozen hearth that sits above,
The clueless heads,
Met atop the clouds,
The tracks sent a wind tunnel,
forcing our backs, to the limits,to the corner of the world,
The nexus that,
Formed our nostalgia,
Even traveled beyond,
reached over our pre-existent,
omnipresent,
pre-frontal cortex,
breaking context,
calculated alignments,
evaporated,
Translucent beings,
Whispered,
Trailed,
Washed along the frost,
That bath of pure biting numbness,
Meandering souls awashed,
Clamoring to fiery shores.
Warm bodies,
Women,
Good Food & Drink,
Not in this forsaken place,
An outlandish request,
From otherworldly lands.

By and by the world doesn’t make sense,
Though it turns,
It doesn’t pass,
While it encircles and trances,
It never escapes,
It isn’t truly free,
It isn’t even controlled,
Would the world learn from its mistakes?

Thunapa
*** Sherop
Faruk Sharanmah
Mu Talamut,
Kal Farmalutut,
Jat Malut,
Salut,
Matreetah,
Sopa,
Masheep,
Thunapa.

“I’ve put many things behind me, ‘bout time I caught a break!” ~ Anonymous

Down by the tracks with my ol’ friend Jack,
He picked up his hat and wiped it off clean,
Into the horizon he looked shading his eyes with one hand,
Saw farther than a man had ever seen.

He saw straight past his life and all his days,
To that moment that he’d love to dread,
Whooshed right up the tracks and to his spine,
The chill of the end when he was dead.

His eyes weren’t shut but he squinted,
Something deep down he felt was lifted,
Eerily warm he felt in the ground,
As he was put in the earth spinning ‘round.

Why is it that I cry,
Why O why must our children die,
Later when I walk around with a smile,
I wonder,
Why O Why must I lie.

Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious.
Nothing funny about that,
I kid and I joke all day long,
To hide the folly I feel
In just being around.

Could this possibly be real,
This feeling this view,

Bottom of the stomach,
Depths of the soul,
Could this possibly be true,
This path this way,

On top fo the skull,
Balanced on the earth,
Could you possibly be there,
This beauty, this impossible beauty.

All of this sounds angry,
maybe because it is,
but I like it,
no anger,
Just retribution,
Your disease,
Is out of my heart

I feel reborn,
To hell with all the
Drama,
You brought it upon yourself
There's only one I can trust

What you do and did,
is unforgivable,
You think it's safe,
behind someone's back,
But I pulled the knife out,
turned around,
gave it a kiss
and threw it away.

When an arm is held up high,
distinct from all the rest,
it might be victory or defeat,
triumph or loss,
the inevitable outcome is when
raised,
There exists, still, a connection
to the rest of the body.
As our mingled mangled forms
caress the day we're given,
With a raising of our appendage,
it would be all over,
call it quits.

This doesn't mean anything,
But really think about it.

I am here only in spirit,
The likelihood of this being,
Is forgotten in the doing

Is that all we’re looking for?
The best times that we all can enjoy?
When we sit here and wonder why,
What to do next and not have an answer,
Then it all makes a crystal clear wave,
We had nothing better to do.

Sail away and traveling far,
Just like the escaping of reality,
The real and ambiguous world we live in,
Truly day to day,
Taking the good and the bad along with the divine.

Did it all make sense in the infinite,
That it didn’t really matter, the time you spent,
However magical and supreme it may  have seemed,
It didn’t really matter,
  In the grand scheme of things.

Time to take a picture,
Of this beautiful scene,
Finally free,
Immortalized in these simple words

No more I say,
No more,
Until,
When I least expect it,
True love will finally,
Hit me

No more thinking why O why me?
No more fixating on a bad past,
No more having to fear the possible,
More embracing of the impossible.

Last night I dreamed a million dreams,
                   :One for each star shining overhead
A million visions,
                   :The tidal night washing me away
I lived a million lives
                   :The lunacy of night
And died a million deaths,
                   :The imbecility of dawn

All alone again,
Can't wait to be all alone again,
Greatest range of views I've ever seen,
Here by myself,
Crazy,
Liberated,
Alone

The quake in my leg is gone,
I could feel it disintegrate,
It felt great,
The shaking stopped,
I knew it was time for,
Drastic,
Dramatic,
Measures

The times that we find ourselves alone physically,
Do we act ourselves or are all the eyes of the world
still peering down at us,
Is the moment that we don’t recall all the eyes,
Is that the moment we find out what insanity is?
The times that we find ourselves alone emotionally,
Do we truly believe we don’t have any attachments
to the feelings of others,
The moment that we aren’t swayed by the world woes,
Is that the moment we aren’t aware of joy?
The times that we find ourselves alone spiritually,
Do we trust that our own judgment and moral ethics,
Have been ripped from our souls,
Is that exact moment when we fail to be human,
Is that the time when we become our own god?

Ringing of bells,
The time has struck,
Itself in the face,
Light up the tree,
I'm finally free

No more "you" in the way,
Psyche is finally we... again,
Strangely I've felt this way before,
So glad to be back now,

I don't want you getting in the way.