To never have to wish, want, desire, or hope for anything ever again. Thus being perfectly happy.
Sol ice
it is way to feel it
to find peace where so many seek to destroy
there are no walls, cages, forests, deserts, armies
safe
so safe with it
it is
what i need.
(small picture)
floating in a womb of comfort; surrounded by chaos and pain
a pill form shape given to house the energies
from the body spread tentacles of movement
tapping the core of planet and space
touching, tasting, tearing times fabric asunder with delight and mistake
There: cApiTal (insert password)
Here: mundane
hand covering advancing armies full of collective pride while the individual shits their bowels
yet?
celebration?
why?
A wet gap open and gives birth now, a new form to take
Birds soar no more in disgust
this an answer to the flames.
A want
is usurped by need
(sneaky little bastard)
yes, to have ink and skin when already imprinted with the magic of life
indeed…
what if i told you about a tattoo of greed?
one where many flee to?
flaunting desire and passion
gripped by feelings themselves bound tightly in chains.
(sipping more brandy in a pure lead class filled with ice)
Mankind muddles with ideas and artistic folly; beauty?
maybe to sober eyes or horrors of nightmare dreams.
There is a tattoo dancing upon the hand. Changing with dragons breath and the fairies piss of deceit…
(sipping)
there…did you feel the colors?
Swept into a bin of black and white only to embrace once more the untold numbers of color and life.
Dance children; sing with voices with untold pictures come to life.
Do you now see my tattoo?
Life.
Life.
Life.
Forever and ever more.
(ahhhh….)
once again i have a hold and hold the glimpse of hope.
Pamy
A nice man from Punjab, India. The dinner was much like what once was. It has been years since such.
Intellect.
Kindness.
Interaction of questions and debate.
He liked the No No sauce. Only two drops. Nice.
As such in times of such there is such inspiration to spill the mind onto the paper of guts.
I’ve written into stone what has to be now as there is nothing here ever more for such as me.
Bittersweet? Maybe if the taste now was licorice and yet…
Some time to write as it is to be me.
***
Born nothing special other than to claim absolute title to bastard.
Full of joy and peace.
So much, so much so it really becomes almost impossible to believe.
There is no need to travel the stars as the stars reside inside
Warm
Close
Twinkling as my heart beats.
There is no more a home here with this living dream, no more attention driven as a sharp spike deep.
Keep your wealth and money
Feed insecure beliefs
Age the clock until those lying hands rust and corrode away
leaving in place a timeless realm where the mind can still play.
A journey of make-believe where if the eyes close i can still dream
then to open awake inside to dance with my friends once more while the drum beats
To laugh and cry, help and try, giving and receive
in this once more to find life, joy, and peace.
So Pamy…
Thanks.
IF
If is a nice human word. A word of potential energy being converted to kinetic energy.
If: Example.
If I were Iran I would hate America.
If I were Iran and hated America and was being attacked by America I would retaliate.
If I were Iran and was being attacked and my leadership was destroyed and my reign of power was almost finished, I would finish America
If I were Iran and developed enriched uranium and America wanted my uranium I would give America my uranium.
If I were Iran I would give the America a bomb of sorts in such places as LA, New York, Washington DC.
If I were Donald Trump or America I would not be happy with enriched uranium going boom.
If, if, if…
then again, i am not Iran nor Trump nor America.
and if I was back in my world i would breathe deeply with a sigh of relief and forget this world entirely.
(thud)
In a language
Writing in English and in the format of left-to-write.
Try writing with no format, no (signal lost)
.
.
.
and there you have it.
A butterfly chased a bird, how fun.
Just a point of difference
Between here, X___X (You and the distance of the top of your head to the sole of your feet
And then
Between there, Earth and my world…X______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________X
Can you see the difference?
Yes?
No?
Now blink your eyes closed and open them again.
Has your answer changed?
Some could say the distance is farther or nearer. Some could say I’m fucking insane. Some know what is being asked. Some are confused and thinking of how to pay the light bill.
The simple math is easy to see. X is not singular nor plural. X is not divided by length/time/speed/size or any earthly numerical solution.
For me it is as easy to be here as it is to be there.
Time in this equation proves to be null, 00000.00000
Now, the real question. Does matter really matter?
(giggle)
+
God.
