decisions, decisions

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING

DECISIONS, DECISIONS

NO MORE RIDING THE BAND WAGON.

THE COURSE COULD BE CHARTED,

BUT WHAT'S THE END GOAL?

SATISFACTION FOR SELF?

OR CONTINUITY OF THE SPECIES?

DO I NEED TO MAKE AN EFFECT ?

OR IS COASTING THE MARK OF EXCESS?

YOU WORK TO SURVIVE,

AND SURVIVE FOR WHAT?

I'LL SURVIVE FOR EXPERIENCE

OH WHAT A LUXURY OF BEING

ONLY RELIGION GIVES IT MEANING

YET, RELIGION SEEMS MEANINGLESS!

AND THE ENIGMAS I SPEAK OF

OFTEN AN UNNECESSARY HINDRANCE

THE ANSWER IS TO BE HAPPY

HAPPY MEANS FULFILLED

HAPPY OR ACCEPTING

NO ROOM FOR QUESTIONING

MAYBE HAPPY IS ACCEPTING

OTHERWISE, IT IS ALL RECYCLED

THE QUESTION IS;

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE? ________________

AFTER THAT'S DONE, WHAT ELSE?

IT SEEMS JUST NOW, THAT THOSE TWO ARE PARAMOUNT.

THE ANSWER WITH WHICH,

NIRVANA IS ACHIEVED.

NIRVANA/HEAVEN/EDEN AND ALL!

Mediations for Progress

so this mood hit and i decided to make it stick

drown out the misery with a lick of of simplicity

don't make a rational situation

it always ends up being just so

without the bliss of the moment shining through at the end

however much we try to absorb in these situations.....

...but then again i linger

avoiding the ginger, the spice, that makes it all nice

lets do it like we've been taught not to

simplicity being toxicity

toxically making it simper

it always works, no matter the cost... tomorrow morning

never been better, always been the jester!

same dog, same tricks;

lets be through with the retardation;

only to release the kraken!

Yea, Yea, It Could Happen!

So, here comes this day

when many of those seem just a whisk a way

rationale keeps us all in place

call it fear of the inevitable

or maybe just avoidance of the unforeseen

An exercise in futility maybe

but exercise does keep us all fit!

Which will it be?

Fall into the abyss?

not quite any trouble sleeping yet on that one,

no therapy needed, plus abnormal psych's all relative

Or do the mathematics and solve the equation?

compromise required is my solution

still searching for the utopia

quite as evasive as recognized

How I wish I could write in prose

verses are for pansies!

Total Despair

hahaha, so it happened that day

kinda wierd, maybe cheesy, feeling this way!

A crescent; like the moon. 

Teeth not quite white, but the smile does shine.

Funny how in putting it down,

it all gets lost in translation

could be moody, sometimes doomy

doomy?

Yea.....sue me!

It sure is a phenomenon

the way this writing reflects none of where it comes from

does it's job just fine though

makes me feel lionel

that's 'rich(ie)'

Itchy! Yea it keeps me 

did its job,

yet i may need another.

evidently not total destruction,

merely partial elimination.

eclectic immagination proving elusive,

let's see how long THIS will soothe me!

Face the Gun!

Have you ever felt discombobulated?
A feeling of near euphoria,
Leaving you dishevelled?
By dishevelled I do not mean incapacitated,
it's more like disappreciated.
One of those moments you see in a film;
hard to explain,
vivid in remembrance.

Remembrance
Remember the times
all gone now, alone
living by the rules
rules set scared, due to fear
no,
rules set clear, clear from experience
fear from experience
or experience of fear.
I fear no experience

Yeah, yeah, how does it go?
the one about rules and it being broken
it's fright night again
I'm talking witch doctors & floating corpses
a bit extreme, a bit obscene
but I'm back again
to experience the fear
NO!
to FACE the experience,
Experience IS Fear!

Less & More

What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit
But whats so wrong with profiting from the immoral acts with which we face the ever living endurances of our past?
Looking back at the image in the mirror
And all we see is the future on the mural
For what is apostasy after all but seeing the light of our actions
Acting like we're all in THE utopia
Knowing our desires become quite unattainable

But the pursuit of perfection is all that creates the important distinction
Fair and well we all are individuals and the ideals represent everything we fight against
But once we stop trying, it all falls to shit
But achieving the success turns it out to be more like a hit
Deceased or in feces are the extremes of our reaches
In between comes a ground
Within which we have to pretend we are reaching for each
Both unattainable, yet becoming the ultimate desire
Not wanting to achieve it
Yet dying to believe it
Mindfuck, i know and that's what i'll call it
Comprehension, i'll try, it'll be the ultimate retire!

Enigma

Sexual being
Henceforth seeing
All that is and would be,
Becoming the man that couldn't be
Or maybe even that which he is afraid to see!
Invigorating......yes,
Possibly depreciating
That individual that wasn't and wouldn't be
Shouldn't be worried or could he be?
Desperately searching for direction,
a permanent notion that could forever be