There is no place else I’d rather be
than with someone else that’s not me
there is no escape from world’s end
time isn’t something you can mend.
In a state of suspended inner isolation
without the fierce guard and desolation
reckless abandonment in the evening
substitute rational thought for feeling.
Save yourself the effort of finding truth
the throttle opens up the sun-moon roof
with nobody to watch the broken gauge
the needle dances above the red-line of rage.
Sitting in a Polk Street watering hole,
just like the very first night here,
many years have past though not very far,
give me a fag to smoke and a beer.
Everyone else on their way to someone,
sitting alone and assumed to be okay,
sideways glances that can’t be undone,
sleeping alone in the night and by day.
I can’t relate and probably never will,
there is no song I am inspired to sing,
you can’t get real emotions from a pill,
there is no bad belle to polish or ring.
They give each other meaningless titles
misdirection at every fork in the twisting road
self reverent obstacles instead of recitals
they have everyone trained with Pavlovian ode.
Life is falling in every possible direction
up and down and side to sideways as well
inside out and diagonally right outside in
we do all the saying that they have to tell.
Chatter is flatter when nothing does matter
words are now empty and flow vapidly hollow
makes us feel bad being a good for not ratter
to disagree with every truth meant to swallow.
Resolving disagreements with their internal bias
disposition is something they keep in their gall
pick and choose what they see and hear as pious
scorn and ridicule what they admire most of all.
Leave alone their nonchalant attitudinal emergency
live in the darkness and die daily like the light
dance alone till dawn with no one else particularly
see what’s sometimes wrong and do what’s always right.
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Sometimes i feel like the logical Mr. Spock
sometimes i’m like Captain James T. Kirk
a calibrated clock, does more than go tick tock
Relativistic synergy is part of the cirque.
Sometimes i feel like Gilligan the first mate
sometimes i’m like the Skipper in charge of you
governing operational dynamics, aren’t ever late
Aetherspheric navigation with a smart & small crew.
Sometimes i feel like the mysterious Mr. Roark
sometimes i’m like the vanishing little lost Tattoo
to get what you want now, give it some more torque
Quantumetric differences bond both me and you.
Social fabrication is denial
commitment to what is reality
vision creates a cognitive fusion
knowledge comes from dualistic da da
the crooked compass shows us the right way
open to what is next and not their next
blur is an example of time travel
three components make relativity
declaration of what is and isn’t
clarity eliminates neg bias.
He’s always watching from the hill
he’s always out there on a dare
making sure i always softly fell
making sure i never much care
paving my private path to hell.
The walking dead can’t be tortured enough
taken in by a handshake and a grin
complements and accolades are never enough
nothing will ever be the same again
there will never be the end of ever enough.
The hypocritical oasis paves the path very fast
the time has come once again to wear the hood
hot is not what’s on the plate or will ever last
the clock of my time-line is cracked for good
nothing can be done to alter the faded past.
Nothing is as it seems and all lost in pseudo rhyme
nothing is as it was or as there will never be affection
one bad deed deserves one of equal and opposite polarity
life is stranger than any conceived vivid-self deception
digging my own grave one self deception at a time.
Build a plank made of pop cycle sticks and bubble gum
an invited wrath and welcomed long long away after-math
being repeatedly stabbed in the back but not nearly deep enough
the aethersphere is always waiting and full of friendly staff
although myself shines on the outside it’s full of dark stuff.
There is no loathing when it’s backed by a deserved hate
doing the left thing of a least resistant slippery path
fear is the driver to avoid the bitter truth blue platter plate
retrograde ex uses and selectively highlighted past
the chance for redemption was lost long ago to fate.
There is only the waiting to see what happens next
seeing and understanding happens in a welcomed find
progress of an empty fate has always been my vexed
dry by day and night to call me a fool would be kind
the reflection in the mirror is a monster self-hexed.
If i just hold on tight while i become the food
life hasn’t been mine in such a stretch to see
bad guys always hide behind a shield of good
my worst enemy and arch nemesis is b.A.d me
life isn’t real and he as me is now understood.
Please kill me now or tell me what you want
please tell me how or fill my grave with taunt.
Factor in the elements of my long lost unbeing
factor in the gone and considered with everything.
In the out door and then to the empty front table
&
out the in door and then end the tall phony fable.
The nightmare of my unconsciousness is unbound
the cross i bare is chained to a soul that’s unfound.
Coincidence is as coincidence usually sometimes does
coincidence is not as random as this one once because.
i can never love another find
i can never trust once it seems
i will always speak my open mind
i will always remember my dreams.
i can never let someone touch me
i can never let anyone in once again
i will always need to be in a deep sea
i will always be alone in our original sin.
i can never be without someone to fear
i can never feel what i want you too to see
i will always sense your glowing eathersphere
i will always feel it when you’re thinking of me.
10,000 friends and lonely as hell,
i’m the only one walking,
down this dusty trail.
But wait! what’s that I see ahead?
A house with a pool, the water blood red.
That is the vision I have in my head,
that makes me get my ass out of bed.
Nobody knows me,
not by name.
I say hello and smile,
to them I’m just the same.
Another face in the crowd,
but behind the mask is pain.
A mind full of yesterdays,
regrets, hope and sorrows.
But the worst is behind me,
I can finally see tomorrows.
Dividing death with every last breath,
running in circles and climbing the line.
You will find no short cuts here,
it’s the hard way every time.
Count your blessings to yourself,
there’s nobody else to listen.
We will multiply and divide all your fears,
fill a lake full of tears and then make it glisten.
We all sometimes dominate here,
up is the direction we round.
There’s not a common denominator,
begin with sin and from that expound.
Gold and silver are worthless here and there is never a fare,
everything is real and there are no labels.
You are ready now but only if you dare,
behind the Black Door are your own private fables.
You need to get out,
they tell me in vain.
Buy me another,
drink to my pain.
The line outside,
is like the interior.
i cannot stand by,
and feel this inferior.
Thanks for the invite,
the ride and a drink.
Next time and always,
remember I think.
Give me a girl,
or something to say.
i’ll be yours for a moment,
then we do it my way.
The number haunts me,
I see it still.
On every clock,
and window sill.
Nothing is real,
on that we agree.
But if that is so,
who’s reality?
A series of bits,
into your brain.
If you take in too many,
they call you inane.
The slinging of words,
waxing poetic.
Something tells me,
I’m fucking pathetic.
Looking for friends,
colleagues and peers.
To keep me away,
from my deepest fears.
That I’m not the sum,
of my thoughts and actions.
It’s really based upon,
money and factions.
A room with no view,
is now what I’m used to.
If you don’t believe me,
look and I’ll show you.
Ten feet squared,
no john and no shower.
Someone knocked me,
from my golden tower.
I’m back on my feet now,
and fighting resistance.
Good thing that I’m full,
of endless persistence.
All night staying,
stabbing hands playing.
Everyone looks happy,
everyone feels crappy.
Imperfections don’t lie,
don’t even try.
Dancing while placeless,
seeking once caress.
Taking and tripping,
showing while petting.
Fire lights scream,
eyes lazer beam.
Calling head picture,
making us stricter.
We need compromise,
means being wise.
Frictionless moving reality,
relentlessly to be.
Taking over dimensions,
making our decisions.
Only you dare,
share with care.
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