8 8 2021 Other People's Thoughts

We are all

The father

We are all

The mother

Listen up

Simple boy

We all love each other

Listen up Mr. Mind

Understand a brother

Open up 

Soldier love

Enough to cut

The mustard.

Just a kernel

Of a vision

Carries your Majesty

A psychedelic type

Prism 

Light that carries me

Sound that buries me

In loving song

From friendly honk

To stories gone

By like the wind

That once hurried me.

Song August 2 2021

You can be

What you wanna be

I dunno

What you want

From me.

Set sail

Live your odessey

Right here

Is Elisium for me

But when you dream

And you're living free

Don't you ever think

To forget me!

Well, you've created

A thorough dream

You've really

Gotten this thing

"Being".

And I dunno 

What you've learn

From me,

We've already

Forgotten

Nearly everything.

You've come

To remind me

I've come to 

Remind me (2x)

Well we'll find

Love in everything.

Every living creature

Every human being

I know you can't

Forget this dream

It's the only currency

It's everything.

So don't forget to

Remind me

And i won't won't

Forget to remind you (2x)

You know our love

It's everything

It's all i ever wanted

It's more than me

Well you're divine

Baby you're everything

We're all

A big great family

I just called to remind you

You do the things

That you know to do

You think I'm lost

But i found you

Just to remind you

We're everything 

I love you.

Bohemian Lessonry

Who are you?

Ten colors

On one binary moon,

The white

The black

The many shaded gray

The maria

On the pulse

Of your wrists,

In your furious eyes,

Trembling red,

Like mine,

Behind a mist

On cold lonely nights

Such as this.

"Night", here,

And "here", itself,

Are small words

That anal retentives,

Perfectionists,

And philosophical minds

Ponder and question.

In their poetic interpretations,

Offered at the tables

After nights of reading

No sleeping,

Going deep into the thinking,

Abandoning reason

In whatever way available,

The bohemian student

Of the system

Goes to class

And presents his thesis

Aug 1 2021

Here, in the land of time,

We must let some of love

Slip through

Pass by.

In other world

We'd try and try again

Relive the whole

Of samsara

Eternally.

Our love was no mistake,

But we, ourselves,

Mistake, mis-see,

So to speak;

You know,

Seeing's not easy

Nor is letting love

Slip through us

Show us 

That glorious cosmos

And spit us back down

To Earth

To time, again

Ay, the woes,

The inevitable awe

We were no accident

For a moment there

We were All

Then nothing

However it might feel

Not knowing

Where you are

Is not to be lost.

Two Great Lies

One great lie
shall replace
another great lie.

The angels will fall
from the heavens
overwhelm some poor
open minded human
who was looking for the answer
today's world simply
does not offer.

Those angels
will say,
the old lie was not
a lie.

The scientists will tease
facts from observations
and seduce our minds
with empiricism.

But their demonstration
is, too, a secret of which
none will speak --

doing so would drive you insane
and take away your sleep for a night
or two, twist your reality.

One great lie
will replace another
and all the liars
will fight for their truth.

Liars will die,
liars will survive,
and one great lie
will tickle Darwin
breaking the rules
of both houses.

The future will forget
and those who do not forget
will have to laugh
at how silly our ancient,
lesser evolved civilization was.

Light

Light wasn't invented
to shine on the street at night

or to make children
feel safe in the dark.

Light wasn't made
for reading books
or for television sets.

Light was made
to beam out of your eyes

when you laugh

when you're happy

when you're in love.

Light was made
to enchant.

Normal

Death, war, hunger:
normal.

You don't like it.
You feel badly about it:
normal.

No one's gonna apologize
to you for it:
normal.

You think it's really crazy
and super f*cked up?:
normal.

There are some strange mofos out there,
talking to themselves
on street corners
screaming to Zeus
and old, dead gods,
their frustrations,
searching for their minds:
normal.

Crime on the streets.
Crime in politics.
Injustice against which you
dream up a better world
you struggle to get yourself
to actualize in your day to day,

innocent people dying,
guilty people fleeing,
and no one knows who is who
anymore and no one
really cares, either:

normal.

You think you're crazy:
normal.

You're hopeless today
hopeful the next:

normal.

You say,
"There is no normal.
Normal is a myth.":

Normal.

Carry on.