Contaminating my mind and spilling thru my consciousness
Disturbing my silence and desire to not write
My inactivity not as interesting as activity
Simply finding the hole to fill begins electricity
Specifically the charge to not want to remember
To want to seep into other planes of myself
Cracked and beaten by life
Brused but not shaken
Historically, these ideas are too abstract to be formed into words
And everybody has already heard them
Illusions seems friendly now
When the real world lets you down
Crowning kings of false gold
Stories told in whispers by liars
Doing all things simultaneously together with empty hands
And full feelings
In tune to the universe of selflessness
Being birth continually until we return to the inquiry of interest
Less than cosmic but popular
Because no one wants there to be nothing after death
A lonely start
To a lonely ending
One shot at it all
Crushes egos and makes reincarnation interesting
You used to be something else in another life
You are not your self
That newborn baby has been here before
Oxymoronic pedagogy
Hopeless pathology
Silence - sloppy
Here I'll stop me
Still my children love me above everything else
Except themselves
Here is to their health and mentality
Hoping they will always stay free
Above you
And above me
Is God ever lonely
Especially when everyone that talks to God never helps God
They only try to help themselves
Better understand everything around them
That can never be understood
Life is a slow death
A competition we readily wake
Even though everyone that truly wants to stay here forever
Will always loose
There are no vampires except for the lecherous people
They prey on each others weakness
Everlasting life is conversational at most
There are no ghosts
No spirits or gifts
Just mind trips
Thank you for riding with me this time...
