….As we continue to ask the near and far
Who are you?
When the response is always
Me…You should have known by now….
Shadow fingers buried in mind, persuading thought to dream beyond the edges
Lemonhead wishes squeezing out juicy substance until there’s enough to drink;
With his sour mouthed staining back of hand to wipe away the taste before grabbing pen
A golden tool for a dedicated scribe, a powerful King of the abandoned
Irony lives on in the dead as we continue to play pretend in this fucking shithole;
Extra flutterings to penetrate those of yesterday who see no future in the present
I am grateful for art ❤
The rejects of a militaristic society
Graduates of a unified humanity, ostracized for their unique scholarly ambitions
Of knowledge, regardless of time and of place
Condemning the thoughts of these thinkers and establishing such creativity as the cultural group of a cliche form of crazy; or, identifying masculine as losing his “identity” of self
Their image reflected only from their own facial reactions seen from a glance in the bathroom mirror, oh the horror!
But what is right, that which is based on the very concept of what defines the plural wrongs in life
These views of the everyday normal and how awful that can be
What of this movement?
To live within the means of abnormality and the standard of the current teachings of normalcy and how it is expected to be, to mean
To understand the hidden meanings of the gifts we’re given in a time where anything is possible, or impossible not to believe
Any group of believers can learn enough to buildup empires of memories
And share them in glances of experiences and guidance.
I am grateful for a few days away ❤
I shrugged in sarcastic narcissism,
Of course everyone got the joke.
As a creature molded to analyze,
I constantly try to self-replicate myself into the norm;
It’s safe, a nice comforting cocoon, the norm.
An obvious cliche stepford kitchen recipe,
But the norm is always actualized from diversity;
The new beginnings that created multiple personalities,
Stages of metamorphosis to write down in history.
I am a masked face to pretend to relate.
I am grateful that I can sleep in tomorrow! ❤