30 july 2013
A Self- Depricating Lie
Grabbing to the green slime that drips from the horror wall
Attached to blackness and squandering faith
A waste on plastic tables melting
Blueness into tear drops of the Now
The shrouded cloud of psychedelia enveloping in cosmic form
The divinity of urban culture so affluent on judgements of any kind
Good Bad Terrible and Lovely
All words that describe the fate of the simpleton
The writer curled up in an impotent ball
Afraid of life and blaming all the rest
Symbolism as a way to hide; not to express
The inner Jew of fear
The subconscious node spoken to me by the realms of Gods
To say:
Hey you are the worst creation to ever come to be
And by acknowledgement you are trapped
Freedom is the trap as well
There is no where to go
And no one to be
The being of self denial is the illusion of the awareness of illusory nature
Divine apathy is the mode of my own distortion
I am the sand beneath your feet
Directionless and made to die; I am the lonely traveler; Alone-ness, essential-ly
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