Tasty

Some times we must taste the sky.
Somehow we must taste the infinite.
Some places do not serve alcohol after or before midnight.
In the region in which I live- most things are available for misuse.
Because somehow, sometimes people demand Ignorant oppression.

Sky Falling

Usually people need to be smacked in the face before they can wake up. Can't really blame anyone or anything. We can try to blame but blaming is always futile. We ignore the person who shouts "The sky is falling!" Then only begin to care when the sky actually falls. Will this cycle end? Who knows? I personally believe it is good training for something much more beyond our collective egotism. But that does not mean much to us here and now. All we really can do is be more aware of our own thoughts and every now and then look up at the sky in order to acknowledge the infinity we're all a part of. Yes, it sounds spacey but it's the motha fkkin' truth! My perspective is my own and cannot be replicated. But that's all right. The human spirit is very resilient for a reason. Just don't expect to adapt quickly and effortlessly. Now with that stated.... "The sky is falling!"

Bluest

Bluest sky
Look up
and
Fathom
what it takes
to create such
Ritualistic
Narcissism
Cough
Choke
Gag
Run
Into solid caves
There is no
Escape from
Toxic
Oxygen
Look up
You
Careless
People!
Look!
Fine
...
Fine
Don't look
but don't blame
Me
When we all
Die of
Noxious
Gases
(sky shall remain blue)

Brink of Madness

On the brink of madness. I examine my life and its follies. When I view the sky I want to soar high; higher than any human being has ever tried. Life. Life. Such an interesting concept. Poetic yet perverse. Quixotic and reversed.

Backwards I walk. Downhill I talk to unkempt wanderers. They tell me I am just like them. I am sure I am. In a puddle of rain water my reflection depicts sorrow. But not a typical sorrow; more of a transformative sorrow.

Hand me a drink. Make it cold, make it speak. I'd bite my own throat if I could. I'd tell everyone to stop their bitching and twitching if I thought they knew how. Stains, cannot stain me much. Fame is no longer prophetic.

How old are you? How old am I? How old does one have to be before acknowledging negativity and positivity? 18? 21? 35? 55? Maybe one hundred and five. I could not say.

When I watch old black and white movies I take something from them. I do not criticize the lack of special effects. I applaud the complete absence of any effects. Why? Because there once was a time when actors were really Actors. They meticulously honed their craft and they had great respect for each other.

I suppose respect still exists today but on a much more superficial level. Viable. Negligible. Today's actors have made a living off of ignorance. Today's human survives by blocking out all things concerning civilization.

Local news perpetuates the propaganda machine. They can't even accurately predict the weather! Death and tragedy are the biggest ratings generator. Commercials corrupt our minds and souls. They tell us to buy the latest, newest mechanism. And when we do buy it they tell us to buy more of it!

Capitalism is not Democracy. Just like the Moon is not the Sun. Sure we have fun with every little trinket and technological wonder. But eventually we stumble upon a blunder. Eventually we recycle or throw out all manufactured numbers.

Normal? Normal is a bleeding wound. Normal is a broken vase. Normal is a homeless man sleeping in the gutter. Normal is a child starving to death. Normal is paying an arm and a leg for medicine. Normal is giving up and giving in. Giving in to fascist dictatorships cleverly disguised as democratic fellowships.

Revolt! Smack away the same old dichotomies! No one is gonna' take away my sovereignty. No one being can rule over another being. A law does not make it so. Most courts sway to and fro.

Madness is beautiful. Sadness is only a byproduct. Consciousness is free and ever flowing. Life. You know what it is but you have no idea what it entails.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Keep a blog of thoughts. Keep a journal of phrases. Listen to that little voice within. To hear it means you've already won. It means that the end is not the end.

Slurp up control. Gulp down wisdom. Whatever you may want out of life will never compare to what you need out of life. Strife. Yes, strife is the catalyst. Pain is non-negotiable.

Every single second of every single moment teaches us about ourselves. I breathe in insanity. It knows me well and I know it well. I tried ignoring it but now I engender it.

We need madness. We need catalysts. We need old fashioned informality. We need to dream. We need to bleed. We need to need for eternity.

If there is an end to madness... I do not want to reach it!

Underneath a Barren Sky

Underneath a barren sky
Your smile
Lights up
All our lies
We've done our best
To keep you bereft
Now the longing
Cannot be maintained
Underneath all
Your worries & vagueness
Some lines of justice prevail
If at any time
There need be more fiction
Please let us know
We have an entire
Fiction library available
To our manipulative hands
Now then
Back to the matter at hand
Ah... yes
Keep smiling
Keep right on smiling
Tell yourself about biblical follies
It is this light
That beseeches you
It is this fight
That blends you
It is what it is
But
Never what it was
Underneath
A cloudless sky
Your smile is able to
Mezmerize

Sky Breathing

Breathing in the sky.

Maybe The Sky

What it all is I cannot say. Maybe the sky is not blue but a mere shade of fuschia. My hands, they are the ones that allow me to create whatever finality comes to mind. Last time I noticed something vague hanging out the window. Looked to be a withered face; possibly an older gentleman.

What do you see when you stare into your own reflection? Is it negative? Is it positive? Does it compliment your personality and fame? It should.