A part of me feels like dying And why shouldn’t I be able to ebb and recede? Nature does it! And aren’t we all just a stack of bones dutifully reflecting our nature out into our world? I’m part drunk and stampeding through rough bush in thongs and boardies, Crashing through trees, like waves crashing on me. On the verge of sobs. I’m part able not to be sad because that’s who I am. But right now, right now a part of me still feels like dying. Why can’t I… Read more No questions please, →
The greatest fear of the refound man is a weak mind The trials and tribulations hold strength that he finds, Memories fade, searching he seeks time Confined fighting a war, serving the peace sign Written by anon-
Crashing into waves of gratitude, I find myself stumbling for an answer Handling happiness like its the straw that broke the camels back. Like it could be the last ditch effort for eternal bliss. Easing into the simple things because I am not one to regret anymore. My mistakes are mostly for the past. I own them fully Even if I don’t want to. Who cares about me in the past! I’m here now I’m here now! My mistakes are what makes me. Is there such a thing as a… Read more Its been a while →
Lately I’ve been in to wishing my intuition was better Maybe it is, but I don’t listen or whatever.. Instead a logical thought’s replaced by emotion Deep reflection in the open.. Trust the process is clever. The Schizophrenic and Mystic frequent the same Ocean.. One drowns and one swims. Ones poison’s anothers potion. Throughout life’s lessons I’ve been tryna keep the tokens, But at times they get lost in the commotion…
Look at your face. We have never been more equal. With this blue blood pumping through our veins. Can you feel it? And we wear velvet slippers as we beat a path on the forest floor. We are a tangible force and there is no real reason why anyone is bigger or better anymore. Except maybe height or strength? But does that matter anymore? Let’s talk about earning capacity? But does that matter anymore? UBI We all share the same blood, and with each newborn we will share it even… Read more Blood of kings, arteries of slaves →
The big jobs for the guys with big gobs. Up there in their ivory towers with glass ceilings. They glare up at the gods, envious. Green with envy and greed. Walking around with the tips of their flaccid penises hanging out of their flies. Ready to fuck the world. And there are flies everywhere! indicating the cesspit they reside in. Big Jobs for the guys with big gobs.
Inches of acceptance. The depth of it knows feet. It’s no feat to trample on the feelings Of the ones that want to know their way.
A little bit of love is for all this fun. Jumping up the street and beating your chest with joy. To far away from today and you know it all feels Okay on some level at least. And a hug is a greet and a goodbye feels un-neat. Because you can never wrap it all up in a tight little parcel and hope it’s Okay. Because you know its going to be. So budget your feelings and hope you have enough for next time. I will.