Wormholes

All of this information
on all of these sides
a spectrum of choices
with no change
no lines
less and less waiting
no pages to turn 
too much to learn

Apathy 
nothing to believe in 
the sarcastic generation 
waits for nothing
a button 
and a click
your conspiracy has loaded
your search for truth has completed
with a dismal climax

There is no truth 
it’s all debunked 
and misused
In this wired consciousness
online
not breathing
downloading
not beating
loading. . . 

What goes on?

Everyone creating their own truth 
hence no definite truth
only faith 
discomforting faith
until
you see
the signs

Faith brings you signs
or are you a schizo?

II

Pink table 
scratches in the moon
my hand is shaking
caress my fingers
up my arm
save my heart
create somewhere new
a calming blossoming light
swallowed with 
copper tongues
orgasm into awareness
and enlightenment
observe the helpless
and help

Get wet, then.. isolation
howl at the ceiling 
light your candle 
stroke the darkness
lose what you have learned 
in the light
so you can come out into the flames of it again
to feel it again
the fire of life
the trip
the way

Run around the game 
you don’t need a strategy
just a positive realization 
create beauty again
use the beauty in your steps
in the dark green carpets 
the hair lost in the fuzzies
the bunnies 
ugly negatives 
and two times
the loving.

FROM BE HERE NOW:
I know 
that I know 
and that I don’t know
but i forget

I see that I am blind 
and I see the blinding light
in everything
But I forget

I see what I know
I think 
I know what I see
But sometimes
I forget

And this is the way
It should be
At the end of every forget 
I remember. 

III

Eyes
your eyes
I only know your eyes
they whisper 
what they 
would love to teach me
dark eyes eyes eyes
Have they ever slept?

They know!
They know!
I see you Buddha 
I see the Christ
pale bright eyes
rising above 
the wintery sky
Your black tree lines
angel skin

You already know me
so, say hi
with your eyes.

Remember when we used to pine over the meaning of it all as the answer glowed in front of us sneaking up to our eyelids blowing dust in our eyes shaking our necks with realization?

Those people
In their jump-at-the-same-time photographs
with their scoffing smile faces
the sarcastic generation
grinning wildly on their facebook pages
reading their daily news feed of nonsense
they gaze graceless

Those people
who do not accept new statements
only intrigued by ideas already stated
to ignore creations and remain in small rooms shapeless
I am one of those people
I gaze faceless

To see my brothers and sisters
hypnotized by collaborating doom troops
by magazines, tasteless and unreal
mesmerized by screens turning them away
from what they used to feel
sticking to mass appeal
shoving themselves somewhere in the crowd
unnoticed and likable
keeping their mind wrapped up in a
nice
tight
seal
ripe and unwrinkled

I see all of these floating ghosts
trapped up in store doors
clenching for their cheap entertainment
starving for something to turn them away
from the big chaotic mess on their floor
from their sons and daughters
knocking down over sea doors

killing,
they are killing over there
dying, tortured they roam
lost in a thoroughly washed dream
a clean and insane
video game
for all
to play
maybe they can gain
a medal to bring home
a stone heart
or maybe they
can pay off their loans

Turn away, clap in unison
scream wildly for the talentless
put their picture on your wall
never stare out your window
and never say you want to see it all
dont think about war or poverty
or the homeless, lost amongst sheep
buy that new dvd that just got released
eat what your stomach desires
and sleep a dreamless sleep
when you wake up
hopefully
you’ll see what I see

This is real
I am real
You are real
more real than anything you absorb on TV
more real than the internet, its gateways and keys
more real than what you read on this screen
pay attention
the atmosphere around you
wants you to be free

The meaning of life -
look around you

Maybe, i should do the same
Maybe, i’m only talking
to my self, you

You are the master that makes the grass green.

It’s still early
and far too late
when did you find out that you know?
when i found out that i don’t
and that the everything is everything
and karma is innate

Do not think poorly of any one
for they are you
you made them that way
you just didn’t know
which is okay
it’s just an aid
a little test
in this eternal jest
your anger is a grenade
inside your head

The Golden Apple of Eris
is to blame
how much do you like me?
that’s not enough
so i’ll go to war with you
take all of your food
see here, i drew this line
it might seem lewd
but this will keep us unglued
see me piss?
to get near it
you must me on the list

YOU ARE BOTH DEAD AND ALIVE
I AM ALSO A YOU
NO FUNNY CIGARETTE SMOKING
IN THE HISTORIC GRAVEYARD

When all of this information is understood
and we tear out all the pages
of our college history books
when life meets death
and we judge not
after we settle our selves
within ourselves
when we wake up from auto pilot
and kick the dust
when we breathe through our nostrils
and out our drooling mouths
rise up from out slumber
and look down from above
we will be
we will be

evolve coexist and bumper sticker this:
YOU
ARE THE MASTER
WHO MAKES
THE GRASS GREEN.

Passing time, forgetting about the beating heart and the growing pains.

And then,
a striking sense of what could be, if changed
If these floating eyes and gliding mouth made the choices
pointed my fingers ahead to greater destinations
held my own and hit the black tar
found the other voices
the ones that lead home

realized long ago the importance of being neutral and loving
lost it somewhere on my way out of the hole
glaring eyes from strangers, i see that hint of sadness
“where are you going?” they ask
i would look down at the pink moon cracked table
take a sip from my stained coffee cup
tune to the window
as two old souls walk together, arms together
i check my fever
think about what keeps me up at night

i had an imaginary friend named  Chocolate
when i was 3
he/she was you

I grew up wanting to create feelings for you
to turn you into a real boy/girl
so you could be here with me
write songs with me
I knew if only i could wake you up
then i would never be alone
I love you, i hope you know that

do you still want me?. . .

Brothers in far off places, are not needed
another episode, somewhere in this void
just take it from the man and live off of it
roam, built to roam
I can see it all coming down
the veils and the walls, the chains plastic
time to head out of town

my foot stomps, my knuckles pound

One day you’re here

Where did I go, you ask
where is that charming face crass and realized
I’m not there, you can believe I am somewhere, if you like
waiting out the waiting and wringing out boring dreams
of serving the servants who serve
stricken with self defense, loathing
sick of asking questions and kicking down kingdoms
so impressionable, copy the weather, copy the trees
avoiding the sun and limping in the night, rolling eyes
believing everything i read and crapping out wisdom
from underneath the dust
hiding from information 
the endless,
hypnotized. . . 

Realign what you must, the universe isn’t doing anything
it simply is, chaos, is
and the mystery is not worth mentioning in conversation
just be strong and forget your lust for answers, shut the door
open some new one and let what’s inside be what it is
I want to be done with this project, 
this studying, leaving me with nothing
the more i know, the less is accepted
the less i care
it’s a big mind numbing cluster of jumbled opinions
upon opinions, upon theory about what is, upon question about why
upon answers leaving us dry, upon creations floundering, upon sides taking sides,
upon books standing on books, upon sidewalks, upon roads, upon sickness, upon confusion, 
upon bombs dropping bombs on bombs, 
across the ocean, the same thing
it’s the same 
it’s the same
all over the world

As we move ever forward, more and more sarcastic
less and less proud, less and less optimistic
cynicism drowns us, as we wear it on our shoulder
creeping towards nonsense, unhappy in our techo-homes 
begging for a human face
begging to read another’s eyes
begging to hold a hand
missing the touching
and committing suicide within our computers
as our ego grows 
“I AM WHAT I AM”
you stare at yourself in the mirror 
and wish to be another life
another time
a bird
or a sky 
a cloud
or a blade of grass
resting in the dirt

I don’t know, i don’t want to type anymore.

Ignoraphobia

I know, we can go deep into what is real
and not real
or all real
our mouths can sputter words
of tricks that we have all been caught in
and we can stop and knot be so sirius
even when the sirius is approaching, rapidly

or maybe it’s not,
the end,
quiet and settling
calm and reaffirming
struggles to know what is right -
i want to be right
yet, i sit willingly in the mystery
and i am spoken to again
and i try to write a poem about you
but my hands type toward conspiracy
pour the bombs on me
neutron atomic mangos dripping
down my chimney
then i remember when you straightened my shirt
brushed off my shoulders and told me
something big was coming
and not everyone
was important enough
to know
my mind snaps back
checks the light switch
and wanders along streets of tv towers
of iceburg people walking
calming
reaffirming
it’s an awakening
right?
something pleasant, not a sacrifice
we have the right to know!
or is it a surprise
surmise it to say a reprise
a new beginning
cringing with excitement
and then blank
and reset
and another morning
illuminati
ask about the illuminati
wait!
have we been misled, no, not me, no way
you see these celebrities
they sold their soul
for a bowl of cheerios
for a compliment and
their music on loud stereos
you wouldn’t sell yours would you?
would you?
I am asking you a question

and i stop and i relax
calm
and
reaffirming
i try to write a poem about you
but my fingers are scared to ignore
the truth that looks so evident
the 666 held up under a pyramid
on music videos and childrens shows
gasp
paranoia

light a candle
listen to the words
fuck the beat
listen to their words
it’s all a game
just write
pull out a fresh snow white sheet

what you write doesnt make sense anymore
the spirit is out
its gone somewhere else
if you want it back
go blindly
sign blindly
recruit yourself into a new world order
what do you follow
is heaven hell
and hell heaven?

a mystery a light
a tunnel
under the cities
we can hide out and play music
to the grainy right eyes
and cast out the left
maybe i will just sit alone
and rest peaceful in my body
open myself up to different dreams
can you see the light i once held

right left right left
LEFT RIGHT LEFT
HALT, eat shit soldier

wait,
or was that darkness
was i an unwilling guest at satan’s table?
was i a pawn
i could guess
but it wont be the answer

two roads to follow
enlightened being
or schizophrenic suicide

i dont know if this is a poem
or typing
or lying
or just writing
but its
calm
and reaffirming
ill try to write a poem about you
next time
after i realize
that i am not going anywhere
because beyond right here
well,
you know where that leads.

I’ve been hitting on Harmony.

these organs
inside

all tied together
wrapped up in skin
and stitched together
with good intentions

i see the signs
i see them, i swear
the keys tattooed on strangers
the knobs starting to turn
with the utterance my club passwords

how are you, and
how about that weather?

they remain shut
and i remain talking to them
from outside
the spiral
of their
souls

when was the last time
I found an excuse?
the time
the tired
the tied up
and
ticking

tick, tick, tick. . .

Waiting for my fertile soil
grasping onto ledges
sleeping on branches
waiting for another fall

Fall, yes, fall, again