Musings of the ornate
out of Context;
‘…One must roam overflowing the heart’s content, questing for a substance that will only exist once beyond this, and all will be okay when the dust settles…’
Late night monsters
out of Context;
‘We must realize that all isn’t the form, it is only that which contains this energy for a time, and the material world is only the lingering ideas of immortality by abstraction…’
“Say hello to my little friend!…”
Timothy Leary, Ph. D R.I.P.
Timothy Leary was a madman, his experiments into various psychedelics has created the foundation to the very culture that we stand our ground upon now, and what a solid firmament it is to behold once you step into the realm where madness has no meaning…A Harvard-trained authority, and yet iconoclast at the same time, his work has been instrument in the discovery of the true Self that everyone seems to seek at one point or another…An intellectual philosopher whose particular device to unlock mind’s potential was through the use mind-affect psychedelic chemicals…
Salutations to hell
out of Context;
‘We take our vows for granted when we can’t see a god in the sky. Not because we want to see, but that we wish we could see, all of it…’
The ephedrine in me
out of Context;
‘Ephedrine has been known to stress the heart in large quantities, but I have been careful in my proactive use of these tools, these blessed particles of quickening. I begin to grow weightless of the mind at those points in life where epiphany and reality are one and the same…’
Justice for suffering
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘protesting
apocalyptic profanity
hyping on about misanthropy
infecting the mass disease
on a wasted biology
your god, a hateful entity
my god, something I will to be…’
The map
the directions written on the paper
are written to confuse and confound
the beasts reveal themselves through
the motion
while their eyes show a soul
it takes time to understand what
let alone why that it was written
especially this way that conveys
nothing beyond
the eyes that glimmer so
the soul stops Here but only for a ride
to cruise the city streets
to run through rural fields
fighting scarecrows
stopping farmers from killing
the harvest is the human alone
a good harvest indicates a good year
a bad harvest indicates a bad seed
allowed to form bonds
under the surface of the dirt
this is the map of growth and experience
Waiting…
the waiting is what kills you
queue upon queue of waiting
like a river dribbling people over
to sort their way through more lines
patience should be easy
patience is the way to meet such a challenge
impatience, however, is far sooner
revealed and realized
as the blood begins to boil
as annoyance takes its’ toll
this isn’t the place for weakness
weakness should be kept to
the infirm who cannot reach
to make known the need for help
help out from progressing lines
for freedom from waiting
Faucet
creeping
the thoughts
pour out
too
much
too
quickly
insanely
dripping
slipping…
drip…
drip…
drip…
dripping
dropping
from depths
above us rain falls thunderous…