I have a never ending quest to touch the divine. We are all gods of our own imagination.

Unappreciated Deprecation

I was born jaded, a tint of green, envy, copper spoon, mouth agape, acid rain meditation. Smile the same, colour of decayed limes and never ending experiences. I’ve ripened quickly under lights that are unseen. Tarnished metal, antique patinas with my catalyst experiments. Oxidized soul replacing motion with static atoms. I’m still growing. Monstrous mechanical seizure, cannabinoid oil lubrication, fighting homeostasis.  A nano’s ambition, self replication.

I was born gilded, the tribal spear tip, bejeweled crown, obsidian sharp, vocalized paralysis. Neanderthal gold. Charcoal outlines depicting glimmering forests. Bio luminescent evolution. Ancient and modern paranoia. Radioactive clouds of mutation oscillating brainwaves of psychedelic origin. Cynical and apathetic, the antithesis of hypothesis, all feeling and all knowing. Without knowing why.

I was born ecstatic. (But) I’m losing ground to these inert gases. Inhaling green spores of alien excrement. Hypnotic detriment. Tyrannical conditioning, slather, rinse, delete. Herbal extracts, nicotine dreams, ethanol society. Death charms on dualistic speed. Opposed to opposition is reality. High tea with the thuggery.

I was born anxious, the weight of the universe, it’s noxious. Watching, wanting, changing, choosing. Waiting, still, and blaming. Something snapped and shaped obtusely.  Stuck, enamoured, mired thusly. Took my penance, acquired justly. Mangy, gangrene, posture bent until it’s creaking, opinion blunted from speaking mutely.  Fingers gnawed and raw with wonder, wander caves of stolen plunder, crystal neurons broke asunder.

I was born a void, to avoid, filled with one’s chances, fortune’s favour, iron ingots plated with chlorophyll savour. Unparalleled savior. Quantum singularity with a singular purpose. Black drowning, death’s cowl, ruler of nothing. Flecks of miniature prisms, surrounds, showing all spectrums. Undertow‘s might, Poesidians daylight. Its nothing, buried beneath leagues of shadows. My liege of coal, quenched embers. Fusing anti-refractive reefs of gemstone gravity. Cut, clarity, and colour, like the first steps of midnight.

I was born Lawless. Unlawful entry into the galaxy. Spirtual cowboy, renaissance rogue, enlightenment outlaw. Alchemetic Robin Hood, stealing photonic tonics, to drink with a doppelganger existence. Three fingers of positive retribution, revenge with a fireworks end. Flashing lights, the red shift blues. Coming closer now, approaching terminal velocity, paradoxical icicles of white waves and scattered particles, now frozen, already there but never moving. Pirated God’s mind, for purposeful redistribution.

I was born lawful, the awful, awe filled, draw bridge of justice, manacled man with old world punishment. Meant to work, but unhinged. Took my power, corrupted many, protected plenty. Paragon statue, the conduit mantra. Slowing subliminal into the literal. Teacher’s proxy, the honest taxi. Ferried on a fox’s cunning, scorpion sting stunning. Stacked in my cells, imprisoning hell. No Rules to sell, being unsung. They speak in mirage tongue, syllabic power gives rise to day time nightmares. Dreams of visions, visions of ghosts, ghosts of reason. All knowing and all seeing, big brother shrinking the DNA bonds of bondage.

Life in Duality

There is no safe place left in the world to be different. Mainstream is dead weight. Society is killing off creativity. Underground is mainstream and the freak show has no bounds. I’m living a life of hell with moments of heaven, I’ve never felt so good and evil. My fingers are grim Midas cold where everything touched turns not to gold. I know I can balance the death and chaos told. I know I can give without pause. Every sin is original and seeking solitude is the only way to redemption. Just give me the chance to change your perception. The hunter’s mind is within, capture prey and kill again. Perfection is surface deep, the furnace and flames are filled with heat. You can’t deny your eyes can’t unlock from mine. I have the heart and the will to win, I can do it with you or against you. The hidden gem, the untouched land, you’ll flock to me to get your fix. Always searching on the outside for answers that are within. Find the prodigal son and destroy him. This poetry means nothing without you. I will give everything and risk it all again. Sometimes everything is nothing, and sometimes nothing can heal. These wounds are permanent in my mortal flesh, seared with love that cannot be touched. I can’t stop, cannot help what I do, tell me no please, I’m begging you. It’s just what I need to prove you wrong all over again. When your begging for mercy maybe you’ll see angels, or a black demon in prophets robes. Your future is mine not yours to keep, I am the devil with secrets deep. Buried in chambers high and low, on my throne is your picture, it is a skull with hollow eyes. I know who I am, do you? I am everything and nothing. Look into my hypnotize, with a gaze that can crumble your defenses, your defenseless. How did we know we were going to hate each other?

Refraction

How could you fathom the depth of something that has no depth? When what you look at is a shallow pool of layered reflections.  You stand as an infinitesimally small giant of energy.  Touching your fingertips to the cold hard glass and expecting interaction. Instead you begin to find only the frail abyss, existing as nothing. Yet you search for meaning that means more to you than the others. Justifying and intellectualizing a mote in the raindrop. The journey is inwards, into the fractality of folds and undulations, chasing the vacuum pull of a collapsing soul.

Don’t give me money, don’t give me fame, don’t give me everything I ever wanted, it’s all just the same. Just give what ever’s rarest, the hardest thing to find. Just give me what was always mine, because all I need is time.

Real Men Don’t Cuddle For Fun

I just killed a bear with one hand while shot-gunning a six pack, I kicked a piece of flint and sparked a forest fire, utilizing my ball hair I fashioned a cape and used the hot air currents from the forest fire to lift me into the sky. As I approached the outer reaches of the stratosphere, I reflected on my life as a samurai and wrote this quick haiku:

Men cuddle often

When sleeping snake stands erect

First in line for happy

I plummeted thusly, striking the ground with my fist to slow my descent, I landed on top of the bear I just killed and I kissed its smoldering corpse. “THIS IS MAN!” I screamed with a primal rage of 1 million discarded steroid needles. Then I went fishing, hiking, bowling, made my own whiskey infused jerky, climbed a tree, dug a bottomless pit, rode a motorcycle to the bottom of the grand canyon, climbed my way out while towing the motorcycle, toured several monolithic temples exclaiming “I could do that this weekend”, smoked 7 cuban cigars while riding a sled pulled by sabre tooth tigers (yes I un-extincted them), woke up in a heroin den surrounded by naked women typing my memoirs, I then…Just then proceeded to cuddle but to them I called it F**KING.

THE END

Inner Dialogue

What is left to say when everything has been said? When a thought hits your brain like a light speed bullet and turns your insides into a plethora of splattered grey matter and neurons.

When you can barely stand to breathe without expelling the viscous mixture of naiveté and enthusiasm.

You are unoriginal; I don’t want this to be easy. Has every thought been pondered before I got there? Or is it always new? I believe in necessity, the clichéd journey being the path not the destination. That we must travel that road, must improve, must strive for betterment.

I can use the blanket of anonymity to uncover the truth of our nature.

The inner dialogues that sink to your core, like a depth charge without a gauge to know when deep is too deep. Evolution was never this easy but never more misunderstood. Why fly when you can move the world (around you)?

Life and death are not opposites they are friends, life is like the drunk guy at the party and death is the DD. Life is constantly forcing interactions, jamming things together and making a mess. Death is the eraser, the subtractor, cleaning up whats left behind.

Go further, dig deeper, question everything. The only true enlightenment can come when you realize man cannot comprehend the infinite, the voice in your head is the closest to God you will ever get because you are an antenna and know in your heart when you are helping and when you are hurting others. All doctrine is doctored and as fallable as the man that writes it. In this way you will never be “right” so the goal is to keep seeking truth forever.

The Paradoxical Construct of the Human Condition

Floating in a pastel mirror, relent with my egotism. Reality distortion, the effect of peering through too many glass lenses, you have to peel your cornea back to expose the circuitry. Let the atomic particles mix purely with the furnace of interpretation. Where everything is burned into flesh membranes, pure energy. Cellular implosion, gravity well of non-existence, can’t you hear the suicide call. You have this dark spot in your soul, it’s like cancer but you can’t feel anything, it doesn’t exist in mortal view, only in God’s vision do we realize the truth of it. Its time, its time, it’s time to meet what you’ve created, your own private monster in your head. You have a second skin, we all see the mask but is it the mask or the truth that you see in yourself? Do you remember who you are anymore?  Do you tell yourself that you are special? how have you demonstrated what you believe? when what you believe in is falsehood. You are the mirror, I am looking up while I am side down. The sky is dark and the ground is blue clouds. Anxiety stricken city signals that trap atmospheric tree sap, take us back, take us back to the time before time. Primal concerns that eat and consume life problems, what? if not the fear? I can’t stop thinking, when you said those things, I am not Alice wandering my reflection, I know that the other side exists, but when I break free from it, it breaks from me.  Red glow and thick soft smoke creep across the landscape, siren calls illuminating dark corners, seraphim harps beguile dark tidings. Visitors prey to help travellers in exchange for inter dimensional coins. Karmic rays S.O.S . lone wanderers to safe haven.

Apathy x 10

Oreo biceps and Dorito delts

Pespi abdominals, gonna loosen my belt.

No need to hydrate,

No need to run,

No need for nutrition

I’ve got

Metabolic attrition

Give me some wheels to push me around

I can’t spin these tires, I’m treading on ground

Forearm spaghetti, El dente would be nice

Unfortunately I’m the consistency of over cooked rice

Can’t even jump from the stories on high

I’d bounce like a blob of jell-o-y pie

No need to pump,

No need to squat,

No need for diet,

My body is shot.

To the lethargy nexus and I’m taking you with

Let’s take a break, I’m almost outta my breath

Can’t climb a stair, can’t roll down a hill

Can barely lift the fork to get all of my fill.

All of us humans, bloated on tech

Beam me up Scotty, cuz I’m stuck to the deck

No need for veggies

No need for fruit

No need for sex

I’m outta the loop

Give me a pill to satisfy my needs

I’m paralyzed waist down from all of my greed

Cancer won’t take me, neither will God

I’m too fat, the gate would be clogged

Fed with Americans, Canucks, and the rest

But world eating competition is soon at its best

No need for workouts,

No need for life,

No need for reality,

No need of a wife,

Plug in my brain

To the centre online

Because with a holodeck

We’ll all be just fine

Devil’s Advocate

I’m playing my own advocate; it’s a vocation of evil,

I invoke the devil with angelic tendrils.

Somebody call Lomax for my defenses, (can’t win em all… but I gotta.)

My shoulder tenses, its relentless,

Those voices in whisper as dense as

a brick prison, cement senses

No stairs to climb, it’s all senseless

Escape back to my reality skin

Zipper clasp, cut and in

Milton playing conscience on my right hand, it’s cold

Hitler plying vices in my left hand hold

Clocks that tell me it’s time, as eyes of the wolf shine

Like a movie end, it answers all

Howls and wails, the monster’s call

Left without a set-up shot, I’m in no need of a sequel

This is the end of days, film a prequel

Time traveling though is a thing of the past

Just as I passed the focal point mass

Approaching is a central voice, my burdens shouldered

On infinite limbs of choice

Which one do I listen to?