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Three. Two. One.
Blast off.
There is something special
in feeling insignificant.
It is not a matter of perspectives
and putting them into any sort
of silly order.
Not at all.
I know that I am mortal,
I know that I am tiny,
but I never knew the extent
of how
until now,
though that never really
meant much to me
at all.
It has nothing to do with
faith or fates,
nothing to do with
love or hate,
and nothing to do with
the future or extending
to the far reaches of space.
But it is just when faced
with the physical infinite,
when it is right outside your window
looking back in on you;
distance,
possibility,
nothing familiar...
You are faced with the notion
that all of this could
come in and crush you
and it would not matter to
the rest of the whole.
It is beautiful.
It is untouched,
never to be jaded,
always pure,
and I welcome it.
Come in
and crush me.
Swallow me completely.
Just never take me back.
Take me to the furthest reaches
of wherever you deem worthy,
and do with me
as you please.
Take me as far as you possibly can.
Take me to the end.
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| Instinct applies to the primitive,
this is intuition, and I’m going with it. I am a self a self aware, obedient, robot. I am a self-destructing self-defense mechanism.
I am ironic in nature,
so I can’t very much help
but be entirely entertained by myself. | | |
| The Elegant Universe
It is a brave new world,
1984 was 25 years ago.
The aftermath is something to behold.
Obscured by meaning,
and a hunger for something
more stimulating.
Too anxious to let things just be. With one eye to the ground
and the other to the sky,
I walk a hazy line through this numerical life.
I am sorry, but
I’m just too distracted today.
Honey, you mean the world to me,
but I am sorry to say that
the world doesn’t mean a thing to me.
I think I am going away…
It is a fast new world;
the Earth was flat not about 500 years ago.
Humanity declines as the population grows.
Obscured by faith
placed in the hands of man,
what a mistake.
Though in theory, the idea didn’t seem so wrong.
With one mind to the ground
and the other to the sky,
confused to the patterns of this analytical plight.
I am sorry, but
I’m just too distracted today.
Darling, you mean the world to me,
but relative to the universe
were all just insignificant beings.
I think I will just think myself away….
Into universe, I will fade…
And become apart of some design.
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Wrote this while listening to this. Seemed to fit it alright. The Good Dog.
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Step by step, toe by toe,
peek out the door, not a soul.
Best not make a sound,
freedom may be just a few yards away
but it feels like miles.
Don’t wake the beast
as you creep past his way.
And don’t let
the sounds from his rest
steal the strength from your legs.
Heavy breathing,
violent heart beating,
pray he doesn’t hear
the floorboards creaking
from beneath your feet.
Don’t look inside,
curiosity will be the end of you, darling.
Keep moving.
We’ve no time to delay,
only a few more hours until morning.
Make your way
down the spiral staircase,
a dizzying cyclone
of portraits and faces.
Ghosts of those past related;
those for whom you could care less.
Now the final sprint…
And though
you know you will never make it,
you dare to hope and taste the fresh air.
You dare to try again and again,
every night, for that taunting door.
Only to return
of your own will
with your guilty leash ‘round neck
and your tail between your legs.
Back to the same situation,
back to the same routine. Where is your prince charming?
Who will slay the beast? | | |
| Jackson Pollock Give me something abstract.
Give me something metaphoric.
Give me something without
colors, words, shape, or sound.
They all hurt the same.
Give me something new.
I want to be excited.
If it can turn me on like creativity once had,
then I want it;
as long as it has no name.
I want it to push me further;
this thought that makes me so lonely.
Does the result make the trip worth it?
Sometimes it seems so very necessary.
I need something open,
something without walls or boundary.
I need something that exists but doesn’t,
something I can formulate to no end,
question to no answer, and lead me nowhere,
yet, everywhere else in the process.
Grow.
The shrink.
Then I want to throw it all away. Welcome all, this is my kingdom
of fantasy and surrealism;
I numb myself with experimentation
into hypothetical situation.
I draw them out so I may feel them,
and finally relate to the world I live in,
even though I am so disconnected;
this place would be boring, if I were to ever know
what boredom is.
The vibrations break me down
and, cell by cell, recreate me.
Now a mold of color, word, shape, and sound,
and I barely hold any form or consistency.
The vibrations make me up
as within everything existing.
Weaving patterns, sleeping dormant,
I don’t quite know where this is going.
All I know is
I have become a product of myself;
a victim to experimentation.
I create who I am as I become what I create,
and am beginning to question whether it’s worth it.
I will sabotage my own mind and body
just to find that certain feeling I need
to attain that concept I have been
searching for.
Moving towards a marvelous self destruction. The vibrations shake me unconscious,
gently towards a new confusion.
Through said confusion I attain a new irrelevant truth
dire to the make up of my own personal universe.
The vibrations wake me up
violently back to this land of the anti-surreal.
Where I was born and where I will lay to rest,
here, a grave for the wonderless.
Uninspired.
Unimportant. Grow. The shrink.
Then I want to throw it all away. | | |
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