The Benefits to Limbo

Nights of crystalline calm-
Of perfect beauty in insular embrace.
The wind blew cold and the snow muted the din
Of cars that seemed a forever away.

I sat on stools that grew into buildings
A blissful throne in nowhere familiar.
Enthralling! to be in my home not home
So far away and commanding alone.

Though I felt the sorrow abounding
Surrounding me like walls tend to go with no roof
I knew there was a capstone missing in my life
But the thrill of finding it was more exciting that the success.

My eyes would twinkle with thoughts of the journey
And the wind spoke loud and I'd followed it so long.
Now I've found my place and the wind's deaf inside
There's nowhere to hide when you've accomplished your goals.

I would say to those looking for happiness
To keep looking because the journey is the happiest you'll be.

Ambition or "Truly Conscious" Oblivion

To be simple is an easy goal
with avenues to many things-
like being smart which is difficult
but read enough and do enough
and it's something anyone can swing.

Wisdom is a bit more tricky
but a simple man with convictions
can understand the little things
and see the world, objectively,
with all its movement and friction.

I'd like to think the highest goal
is to be a part of that ooze:
the simplistic chaos that's life ticking like a clock
and the ability to connect to all things.

There was a time that I connected
but my connection wasn't real
and in my days of drugs and visions
there were so many things I thought I felt-

So many things that I could see and to connect I had to separate-
to lose the rhythm and the rhyme and meter and all of a sudden become outside the bubble that was humanity till I could look inside.

And I cried at the knowledge
for how much I saw and realized with full awareness as I floated in the emptiness outside of the movement of the world, watching the movement of the world in ambiguity.

I found others like me who existed outside and they were just as miserable as me so I tried to get back in and found
there was no way, no doorway to normality
that normality was lack of this sensuality
and it was hammered like steel
until this order became what I should feel.

and every now and then it's like the metal frame
of a cot pressed close to the electric radiator:
I feel the sporadic jolt of a time since passed,
I can enter and I can live there
but
in order for me to last
in this world of order and dignified misers,
I must forget the ooze and the level beyond wise
where one exists to exist and watch the lies
and know and think and surmise...
As if to illustrate my point,
it seems I'm no longer connected to that life.

At least not in this moment.

Extending the fall

At night I wander; pondering
How I can feel the heat of coffee
Hear the growl of the lion next to my head
And still I'd have no idea how close to death
I am because I still can't see to believe.

I've looked upon reality and dismissed it
Because the simple soul reads too much and I
Like to create raw perfection from table scraps and their elemental parts.

I believe building something is far more important than destroying
And yet we die each day-
Because sleep resets the mind-

And here I am quoting the ravings of my own madness:
Only midgets sit atop giants shoulders-
Tomorrow I'll wake with these madnesses gone
and I'll be alone to dream a new universe.

Bane of the modern poet

One day people will know me
They will know too well my name
as they know red means danger
I will have that fame.

Words are a funny thing-
to smith them is the craft to create
As easy as writing what you thought then said?
Poets beautify not satiate.

That's why we're rarely known for our craft
a few followers for the best as they breath
but modern poets need no audience to philosophize- instead
we wait for any reaction to what they've read
and when tragedy or time makes moves to take us-
Well that's when I'll be famous:
After I'm dead.

The futility of depression

Everyone will notice when a hero dies
but would they notice the storm clouds in the florists eyes?
It takes a keen eye to notice despair in chocolatiers
but oh how well the sweetest things lie.

How blissful the life of the dove, beaming as he flies-
before he dies.

a college town

If I had to describe to the naive passerby
what it's like to live in a community of college kids
freshly emancipated from their dorms:
I'd tell them to picture wild dogs fighting for some fetid meat.

They'll nip the legs to acknowledge the others existence
but none really care for him except himself
and herself
for the bitches are worse than the Cur.

I would say, "never have you seen such vicious self indulgence
as the me purifies from he, him or her."

Do not mistake me though these beasts are quick to blame.
"He dumped her for all the wrong reasons..."
"Her outfit's just a shame..."
"Has she no decency? My shorts cover up my slit."
"Bitch..."

Now I know why people make money to gate themselves in-
But if you happen to be passing by-
I just thought I'd tell you about the dogs within.

Let's screw

I want your legs to wrap 'round my back
Your sentient skin to walk and ripple
upon my flesh like the living creek on its bed
I want your ferocity to surround and melt onto me as I melt into you-

To put it in terms that are easy-vulgarity:
Baby, let's screw.