I hide in words — tucking under their shade;
Dressing letters up with sequins and baubles.
Now showering in limelit obfuscation.
Makes it seem as if I am really there:

Dressing letters up with sequins and baubles
Blinding myself in the flashing of their colours;
Makes it seem as if I am really there
Amidst flowered touchless abstraction.

I blind myself in the flashing of their colours.
Submerged in repetition, my thumb drowns
Amidst flowered touchless abstraction,
Swirling in whirlpool ******* me underneath:

Submerged in repetition, my thumb drowns
Now showering in limelit obfuscation,
Swirling in whirlpool ******* me underneath.
I hide in words — tucking under their shade.

i keep looking
for the meaning
in small things --
like in the way she says
my name,
somehow it sounds
so right.
or how silence
still answers me.

Truth needs no validation.

What is truth's aspiration?

I only know self-exploration.

Looking for the truth made invention.

I think I made it, but it's only inception.

We don't need creation; we need connection.

We committed for appreciation.

Sometimes it's good to have misconceptions.

This is an exception, not a conclusion.

It looks like everything's just an illusion.

Priests and principles taught me asceticism.

Now I realize it's self-deception.

It's not an inclination; it's a delusion.

We can't perceive this through perception

a noble mole.  What dribbles **** a chin
lickable fungus glowing martian pog?
Aladdin's lamp (ummm...) frıght night of the djinn
whilst gripping chokes a chickens,smoke some smog:

the summersmell of Blacktop picks a long
boogery nose that smells a little silly.
A ******* wonderbabe removes her thong
sunsh¡ne and sits as pretty as a lily

and yet: The interstellar shift of sky
that breaks the ball of earth & leaves it flat
for thunderbirds that birdshift flying by
the troll that eats with relish someone's brat.

an awful machine sits upon a dish.
Lettuce a leaf  .make ye a daisy wish

Another meaningless day, disrupted by a stirring action,
Or maybe stillness and passiveness carry more meaning.
Chasing eternal ideas, we neglect pressing matters.
Drunk with high ideals, we dismiss those closest to us.
We pour our strength into chasing the true path,
and live in a future that never arrives.
When today flew away, leaving no chance to mend broken pieces,
only the bitter taste of anxiety over the unattainable
and regret for what was left undone remain by our side.

I remember that evening like it was just a month ago
Almost night, the shadows of trees around us,
and our hands locked together.
Time stopped on the clock for a moment.
Like a fish thrown onto the shore,
We couldn’t handle the scale of this new life.
Suffocating under overwhelming feelings,
with no air left inside us.

I close my eyes,
and scenes from the past flash by like an old movie reel.
An apartment block,
a courtyard with iron football goals,
one ball for two teams.
How happy we were in those days,
when our pockets were empty
and our hearts free of envy and rivalry.
I close my eyes, and only one question lingers:
When did we lose our feelings in a flood of meaningless worries?

A greenish wonder; wrapped in white,
It gave a floral scent of sublime delight.
Plucked from life; it held a belle desire,
There it held the glamorous shire.

The purpose was lost; a withered corpse,
The vase remained; a ceramic coarse.
Depraved of soul; an empty gloom,
There was a vase in my room.

Sometimes it feels like
I haven’t done anything right
That’s enough to care about
And somehow
That’s worse than
Doing everything wrong,
At least then,
it’s noticeable
Enough
To care about
And deep down I know it well
I shouldn’t fall back
into bad,
Bad habits
But I can never help it
And
It doesn’t matter anymore
which way I go
Downstream or uphill
I’ll follow life’s flow
And if I don’t end up
where I yearn to be
It doesn’t matter
‘Cause it wasn’t up to me

From young, we play--
Tiny hands, big dreams

Then they hand us books,
And say, study hard.
Why?
So we can work in the future.

Why work? To enjoy.
Then work more
To enjoy a little more.

A loop,
Endless and spinning

So I say good riddance!
I denounce this life and laugh in its face.
It has no meaning.
Not unless you give it one.

The world can give you a hundred reasons.
But none of them are yours
Write your own answer.