9/21/09

Change (In the field of illusion)

She felt a small prickling
but regarded it as nothing
as we often do.

Nothing ever changed.


He had a dream
pertaining to his situation
but ignored it
as we often do.

Nothing ever changes.

They swim through consciousness
twisting
drifting.

Everything is changing.

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Sometimes

Sometimes I lose focus
and end up drifting...








Sometimes I lose track
of who I really am
or who I really want
to be.


Sometimes we all
just need a hug.
Sometimes we all
just need a reminder
of happiness.So

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9/19/09

9/18/09

Vibrations

I feel kinda like
my eardrums
are choking.
Sort of like when
you bite off
more than you can chew.

It clogs the passageway for
true vibrations to touch
my inner workings.

Maybe one day
I'll wake up
from this dream.

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9/7/09

Swimming in the Inferno

That hole in the sun keeps smiling
pulling us closer every second

I find comfort
in knowing that
one day I'll be engulfed
swallowed whole
in a fiery embrace

I can almost taste the carbon

Creator of life
incinerate me
deliver me to
an eternal sleep

Your golden aura shines so brightly
let me caress it's warm glow

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The Box

Use your mind
as you would use your hands.
Contort and twist
the geometry
of your universe
of your reality.

If you struggle too much
it may crumble.
If you do nothing
it will be formed for you.

Find the happy medium.

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9/5/09

Clouds

Speak not to me,
of a celestial being.
This great body
you discuss with such
gusto
is merely an illusion.
This image you have
created within your very minds
is merely a curtain
veiling the truth.

We strive to explain
that which we will never
be capable of understanding.
In doing this,
we are left
with broken spirits
and false prophecies
that will be defended
for eternity.

Allow the universe
to remain a mystery,
and revel in it's true beauty.

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9/2/09

The Cycle

Turning and churning
dispensing energy
in a very unique
chaotic manner,
it wobbles through existence.

Invisible lines
draw the spokes
for our cycle.

Cycling onward
we tumble through time.

What is direction
but a misplaced perception?
Do we really KNOW
what we know?

These questions
are destined
to remain unanswered
for eternity.

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Inside

The hairs stand
at attention
awaiting the next order
from the barking synapses.

Free will?
Don't make me laugh.

Choke down another
tablet for your pain.
Succumb to the will
of your manipulated
subconscious.

This is what you are doing.
This is what you are
supposed to do.

You are given form
you are given a higher sense
of order.
You are given
your thoughts...
but only to some degree.

There is an existence
thriving
in the underbelly of this
mycelium-like
network of neurons.

Your soul struggles
under the pressure
of your mind
and heart.
It holds them up
as if it were Atlas
straining with the weight of the world.

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9/1/09

Concepts

I am me.
It is that.
We are us.



Particles parading through
reality
as we know it.

Marching and twisting
embracing
existence.

No reduction.
Simplicity
is only a matter
of perception.

Instead of looking
outside of the box
imagine the box
just disappeared.

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Forgetting

Time drags onwards tugging us behind.
All of existence is attached to the
trailer hitch
of the careening spiral
we have given the name "Time".
We have not even the slightest nuance of an idea
as to why we do so.
Perhaps there is a survival instinct
encoded within the layers of our DNA
that pushes us forward in the eternal race
to the finish line we will never truly reach.

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