the stars align
into a constellation sign
beneath which you were born
separated from your mother's womb
thrown into the world
to wander aimlessly
to walk the path that leads you
from your cradle to your tomb
in a hopeless search for answers
for a mantra that will guide you …

The wretched dog, his eyes are turning gray.
The skin covered with sores will peel away.
Growing older, every passing day.
He's always there that's all I had to say

Oh how I loathe the wretched canine's soul.
A piece of meat that's rotting from the outside to the bone …

I keep on searching for a way
to run away.. not feel the pain..
to be okay..
but the escape I seek
is the very enemy
that makes me weak.

embrace the universal consciousness,
the omnipresent subjectivity.
in this chaotic, infinite reality,
it is our only common ground.
the only truth to which we all assent.
the only concept that unites us all.
our separation is but an illusion,
no mind can be apart from every mind.
and every mind …

It weighs you down, as if a stone,
Yet lifts you like a pair of wings.
A single thought, when overblown,
Can tell you of fantastic things.
However, realize you must,
That there is nothing at its center but a dose of anguish, fear, and lust.
Euphoria within such thoughts …

In life, I’ve learned to read between the lines.
Respect opinions that others hold.
To tell apart the truth from wishful lies.
To love my neighbor though I have no Lord.
So as my soul draws closer to the light,
Blinded by fear, in blinding fear I find
A …

systematic surgical dissection brought no understanding of essence,
only piles of gore.
separate the atoms within it, break apart the quarks, claw it down to the very quantum fabric in your frenzied fixation;
it will yield nothing,
only disappointment.
there is no order to be found within it in spite …

There we stood, at a point in history,
Monumental and meaningless.
Kids of suburban America,
Privileged rascals and brats
Living an illusory fantasy to which we were blind.
Trapped in a cycle of hedonism, reaching higher and higher to grasp, with shivering hands and hungry eyes, a piece of transcendence …

June 21st, 2014.
Summer is here, but you're not anymore.
Saturday evening, the one I abhor.
Errors in judgement, they were the seed.
Why are you absent, the person I need?

Faces flood into my eyes
And leave an imprint in my mind
And as I leave to go to bed
They keep appearing in my head
#intravenousrevelations