Choice Aftermath

Tonight is the night, the only night there is

Presence and present ness are similar ideals

Lost in nostalgia, past dwellers

Depressed and floundering in this ocean of life

Future thought projects hope at start

Turning to anxiety’s mistress if linger too long

Here and now deserves your everything

Mind to immediate future, all needs be spared

Focus! Intensity! Passion!

Flavors of present living

Though not drug sought of choice.

Drama seekers, dwellers seek synthetic “life”

Chaos needs immediate attention,

Whores for attention , drama kings and queens

Lost in addiction’s wake.




Vibrations, wavelength resonance

Flows around, through, with all

Ether surrounding, being in, is

Encapsulated freedom, calcified reality


Try is heart, safety in death

Again it flows, one unto another


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Everyday Heartache 

Sadness echoes in daily glance,

As hither tither goes

Seeing one after one,

Living existence excused as life

Unconsciously sentient

Dead in eye and action

Archon worship taken control

Vapid existence lived to full


Sweet Dreams

Genius, mostly hidden, sure and yet not

Take a drink or three, maybe a generous shot

Writing writs with style drunkish

Sober mostly has to go

Hemingway lingers in thought and action

Feelings become a lost reaction

Left to linger on dance floor ripped

Like rhythm dropped any way it’s spit

Flippin and slippin lost whole and alone

Fuck you and fuck them too

Lost in a suburban construct, doing what they do

Commercially loved and taught to seek

What’s assumed strong but in truth weak

Conform to what women want, you must

Bullshit I say, your hand is bust

Rainbow flop at the flush glory sought

Suck it up sweetheart,

Your bed is made.


Magic System Renewal

Topknot wearing abominations

Kicks to nuts centuries hence

Truth and justice not found in resonance

Swimming ladder

Floating sand

Blackened edges seen where man became man

Frank Baum was something on when found

He wrote master diary

Way known not but by dredging depths of one’s sanity