"knowhere" poems
I wander into this dark, misTearYous room
—and there he was...and wow! What a Fig!
He with the long, lustRuse hair,
sitting at a corner table, nursing a cup of hot cocoa.
Dang. He has better hair than I do!
“I’m a gin at Ion’s,” were his first words spoken.
“I’m a gin at Ion’s.” And then sighlens.
I was trying to look through his lens, and figure out his sighs,
when he utters, “I can see you are number—“
“Huh? I am number what? I don’t see any lines here..."
“Ah, yes you are, as I was... NumBer as in more than numb.”
Epicfunny!
He definitely got me, he with the misTearYous eyes
so I sit down and ask him what he means
(but I refused to ask how he saw through my numbity)
“What do you mean that you are a gin? And where is Ion’s?”
“Exactly just that. I’m a gin at Ion’s. A **** t’Eve.”
He tells me that Ion’s is nowhere, everywhere and knowhere,
of how anyone who takes even a sip of that gin can hold on to it—
too much, so much so, as to lose that grip on ReAhhlity...
I ask him what he does there.
Seemingly one word, two meanings—
"aMuse," says he...
He reveals he is also part-tickles, part abs-tackles
then he also exhails at wind ‘o pains,
to fog or clear up views and relayshunships...
But oh! How at one point he felt tieurd, of how he had so many callUses—
numb, tired of how it reCurse, of always being called upon, of being used
Sighlens.
Been used So many times, he didn’t know who he was anymore...
a Duke at Ion’s,
a con’s front at Ion’s,
an ex pecked at Ion’s,
a lucid at Ion’s,
a rebel at Ion’s...
Oddly enough, even if he has been ‘d sign at Ion’s,
he still felt blahtantly invisible,
even if at one point he wore only a V-bra at Ion’s!
He chalks everything up to exPeerience, and has learned from it.
And that's why he's also known as a sensei at Ion’s (his personal favorite)
He says even if he can go beyond infinity, he—
He stops (ah gain!) and yes, there it sneaked in...Sighlens.
Telling me through the void, through his sighs, through his lens
To close my eyes, and figYour out myself.
And then I do...
ReAhhlieZing how much I could relate,
how I have been in DenyAll of my possiBElities.
It is all a matter of perSpeck'tEve, of looking at each tiny speck of life,
of creating something from each of it, entire universes even—
boundless
How odd that I myself felt like I'm a gin at Ion's...
Scrunchscrunch...Imaginations.
Addictive, yes, so I best be careful with where I take it.
I oh!pen my eyes and the fig meant to show me ReAhhlity had gone...
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 1:12 PM UTC
Important architecture
Of the soul
Forgot it
Only now
These words
Come from
No knowhere
Before unformed
After
Free
(To you
To you only)
This a silly
Unaware
Conduit
What i am
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
floating:
the paradox precarious
betwixt sinking and swimming
it is an act of non-action
therein streams of consciousness
the lotus transcendent
free by schism of schema
heading knowhere at the speed of might
carry on without baggage,
delicate, sleek and slight
permanence renders irrelevance;
reality is a slide show
of fata morgana
being:
the paradox precarious
betwixt seeing and believing
the lotus transcendent
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
I saw in my soul's window a million paranoid, knowing eyeballs resonate apocalypse planned as total fate
Saw a million lonely, scared faces seek to vibe with one aesthetic
Knew totality, balance, show hate, kindness, in the marshes of beyond
Surrender--final threshold to the Almighty Wisdom of Creation
Knew all the petty footfalls born in all personal hells
Wandered All before & After
Found myself still & unknowing
Realized ultimate futility & saw & knew the Eye that shivers with mistrust--symptom of essential human error--done collapsing
Tried to be transceiver for total consciousness,visions, intuitions, serpents of inbetween places, all dialed into the same direct knowing posture outward, upward, sideways & nowhere
Sought to riddle my apostrophes in the dream market, in the blind bank or else Jericho my soul to stall my own progression
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
We are the little things
We start our life with confusion
Wondering how we came to be her,
What started us?
Did we come out of knowhere.
Well you see now it's not so far to take a view of to what we thought.
Life is different
Our lives or the events leading to the big bang we are all that explosion.
We will never know it's purpose, all we know is that we are apart of it's a cycle
As if the stair cases that you go up suddenly lead to the place you started; the bottom.
You have to think of it as if two things collided created the universe but we are actually apart of those two things.
Skepticism is all that is poured on when you figure the mystery out.
Your life is a constant and wasn't created, never created for a long time just at one instance that is in a forever paradox, unfortunately we are stuck in the black holes of nothing , nothingness is movement of a creation.
We pass through a loop that takes us back to the same place trying to create something, we are the little reactions going on when the parts of the objects collide together to explode and create that reality; paradox.
Keep calm
You will now know
What it's like
To not be anything
People are right sometimes
Life and everything doesn't matter if it is nothing to begin with.
Leave you mindless.
But hey, you learned something; nothing.
Be careful what you find out there because it just might not be something.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC