Sleeplife

I don’t know about reality but if you tell me it’s great I might believe you.

Psychademia

We’re debating these rules like religion and its terribly annoying and we’re paranoid about these texts and where can we hide them exactly? the pages fountain onto everywhere they shouldn’t be, the sprawl “there’s nowhere to hide, I’ve looked!” and then there’s all those other decisions involved that are making us delirious like they dive straight into ambiguous future impact and we have to write a plan is all! So we don’t have to deal with the paranoia we just step this step, next step, next step instead of the hinge back and forth on these options…
                     …options opions options. who wrote this book and how can we contact the editor of the movie version, he made a mistake its true. and i don’t want to talk about it.

Find the Magic

Shhhh. There is a secret religion in your Television but if its okay to you its okay by me. Just don’t tell the children, it’s a temporary fix. There are questions posed by great men, descendents of original men, yet to be unhidden. And life is only worth it when we claim it in a win. But that is a symptom of splitting and although I could talk about it for a long time, that time is not now. We’ll collect our data anyway though.

Textbook darlings. We explain via casual understandings that through elementary cognition then behavior, the human experience can become quite pronounced. But we all know what it really is, all the chemicals rushing in our brains.
Magic is tailored to its user, inhaled by inner eyes.
It’s about the chase; all the mystery and the fun. I’m trying to analyze these things in a holistic manner but the parts keep jumping in so I need to build a proper structure for them to sit. Magic is in the play of creation and it is discovery. Magic is held in your bones and your senses and carried by memory which is a fragile basket but It’s all you’ve got. So kids, take your vitamins.
But you don’t have to believe me. You can cross reference your Wikipedia pages and make up your own rules.  Your world is all your own, after all.

Black Spiders

spin white webs in my brain.
leave their eggs
under my fingernails
and eat through
everything else
that i ever was
and never will be

Perpetual Present

I’ll leave this step and the next and the next
Looking to be different
But knowing steps pattern the same
I’ll leave this space and the next and the next
Looking for the future
But each time
Slips under my shoes
And evades my eyes

History is only a good memory and we write our manuals with the most invisible of pens. Labyrinths we claim.

HomeDepot is having a sale

I do not care about the amazing, life changing sale that Home Depot was having. And I could not care less about the features on you’re new smartphone that you drool over and how you will spend the next few months at your aching desk job paying for them only to spend an overall couple hours using them. I do not want to hear

about your neighbor’s new car
or your struggles in deciding which shade of green to paint the bathroom
or how the next episode of America’s Got Talent will change your life
or the economic balance of which cache shorts you should buy
they all look the same shade of beige. 

Auto-Biographies in the Attic

you’d have to dig though a storage bin of nonsensical graphomania. there are stacks of paper i bought at a bookstore you’ve probably been to.

i dress myself everyday as well and if you are confused you are confused but if you get it, well then your pry pretty clever

Primordial

Earth is ancient and also swallowed, by cold, black space in infinite digestion. And primeval secrets can never be uncovered. History teaches children: leave them unbothered. Carve your name into the landscapes of your ancestors. Capture the honor of your descendents in earth, and smile… because you are an immortal.

Human woes grab us by the teeth and make us look into the mirrors of our painful self-inflictions. We didn’t know but weren’t surprised when we learned the worst scars are inside. And we will never reach the age of earth but melt in and out with time and weather. Change our eyes and tongues. Live by the air and our own distorted semantics of religion. Death, I am your foe and patron.

I am chained to this earth and so be it. A strange immortal. 

Lovely Fools

Whisper all your wishes into the earth

Let your nervous charms be

And tell all your truths

Like they long to be free from you

We hitched a ride on a raindrop

The fearful reached for us to come back

All the muses rushed to help us on
But the world behind us does not exist

We only run towards new adventures

We only listen to lovely fools

We caught a train to the playground

It’s colorful and the night sings

It brings madness to the dogs
The dark it helps me see
This is the last song we’ll write in this life

Lethargy

Rearrange my thoughts so they make sense,

Are we insecure or just in need of assistance.

Spotlight these days, his haze feel shame is now.

Get us far and I don’t care how.

Can you find a way to put the inspiration back into me?