"living just to keep going, going just to be sane, all the while not knowing, such a shame."

Going just to be sane? Slow down, it's just a game. If you move to fast, you'll conquer the board, and satisfaction will drive you insane.

No Goodness In Hearts You Say?

no goodness in hearts?
so- successfully,
has been played the part?
thus, effectively
has the efficacy
of this world
become proven,
so widespread?
has a wealth of hostility
overcome this society?
oh- the inability,
lack of productivity,
imagination,
creativity?-
where have they gone?
each notion- dead?
i dare you-
debate me-
and defend.

The strangers here have not brains to strain so they maim those of us who must take all the blame for all the productive games we play.

We can laugh and jest at the contests we contend but in the end we will not mend, for the time to amend has somehow passed and we must now commend the consequences of our acts.

Baffled

Slightly baffled
On a battlefield
Where the attackers
Are the scattered,
And they batter
The rungs
Of this ladder
And now I'm hung
Scared I'll splatter
Like water
On a counter
Only to vanish
Like it never even mattered.

Butterflies

If only we were butterflies
With only three days to survive-
lt'd be all the time
I'd need alive
Because when
You live
Like tomorrow's the end-
Every moment,
And every memory
Is flooded with intensity.

The Greatest Thief

The greatest thief
Is a swindler of time,
Whose relentless,
Endless
Goal in mind
Is the desire to relieve
Sooner than is prime,
As if he'd strip a tree
Of her leaves
In summertime
And hamper her growth,
Damper her strength,
Shorten her length,
Make scamper
And scare off
All that life gave her-
Just a collection of days,
Of seasons and phases-
Not to be forsaken
By those awakened.

Chess...

Let’s have a staring contest
Amidst a game of chess
Where we can’t look at the pieces
But are playing for conquest...

allow the void

babe, just face the facts
you and i
have a contract
our contact
is not compact
because we don't challenge
each others actions
because they're just a fraction
of the pieces we enact
in tackling the barriers
that life dawns upon us.
as brazen as we may muster
we had our fuss-
it's over
because we got past it
without harsh judgement
and this'll last
as long as we let it-
i wont question
your gestures
but i'll ridicule
your hesitation
because we both know
you're gonna make it
beyond what has been
for you, created,
and you'll break wake
in your own heaven
with your own saints
and the angel
with whom you'll conquer
shall be found
and you will not falter
when you encounter
his graceful presence
and his essence
casts your happiness.
you will know
and you will take it
so just wait-
don't make this
something that's not meant.
forsake this love/hate-
it's not your fate-
it's place
may have significance,
but it's face
is disguised with innocence,
yet, the mask
turns into ignorance
when you choose to stay
instead of take
what you have learned
and use it instead to earn,
and surround,
let yourself yearn
for that which
you've simply
not yet found.

Yellow Matrix

i took the yellow
and what happened was this
i went for a ride
down under the sea
i found in the same place
mr. huxley-
aldous-
and santa clause.
we discussed
and fussed
over the context
of the concept
'time must have a stop'

The Brink Of Destruction

me and her
meander,
as she and i
search the sky,
seeking the clarity,
soliciting the air-
now a sickening child
with none who care,
once a beauty,
inspiring the fluidity
of he, who accidentally
dismissed a piece
when he cut an incision,
made a crucial decision
to slice a slip
off his ear-
his lower left lobe
what probed him so?-
i shall never know.

but i know
he knew
the value 

that clarity
can share 

with sincerity
when alive 

are the lights
and no one 

can find
a bare spot
in the sky
not a spot not gifted
by the presence
of a scent
in the opposite sense
of that which she now is-
filled to the limit
to the brim 

of a bin 

full of pollution

construed as

CO²

the definition

of a combination

guiding our race

toward a destination
we call

the brink of destruction,
a state-
desolation.

Imagination

what if our imaginations

are simply replications

intensive investigations

of coincidental incidents

that could have taken effect?

Bounce

Our world
Is a wonder
Just for us
To ponder
To study
Dig deep
Beyond the stars
Beyond what's real
What you see
With your eyes
There's sooo
Much more 
To life
Than what you see
With your eyes
Feel the beat
In the night
Celebrate
Your rights
Dance to the sights
The strings
Your thoughts
Pull em
Twist em
Feel em
See em
Seek 
For them
Till you see
You don't know
What you're in for
You better run
Cuz you don't know
Bounce bounce
Pounce
Trance
Dance dance
Get it
Get em
Pull em
Blast off
Take off
Scare off
The frights
Whatever might
Hold you back 
From the fact
That you can act
And be
Precisely
Whoever 
You may wanna be
Just be
Jump off
The bridge
Blast off
Bounce bounce.

Sky

Look to the sky
What do you find?
The stars
Are the lights
Like the twinkle
In your eyes 
The energy
Of eternity
Of a legacy
Of feeling
Of meaning
The reasons
To survive
To strive
For the dreams
In your mind
They guide
Don't hide
No guards
Allow the shards
The streams
The strings
To compose
A puzzle
A poem
A picture
Play music
Outside
Take a walk
Not a ride
In the day
In the night
Either way
The sky's bright
Filled with lights
Yet it hides
The insight
Up high
So climb
That vine
In the night
Toward the sky
Reach for 
The divine
Space in thought
That takes time

Can't Foresee, Just Believe

I can't begin to write
What I know I'll feel
Later into the night
But I can speculate
On what I might
But who knows 
What insights
This introspective mind
Might survive
Might give life to
Spark a fire to
Enlighten
Or will I frighten
Myself
Yourself
Ha
Not again
Focus
Not now
Let yourself
Myself
Ha
Again
Right now
Be rocked
By what civilization
Has given and driven
The power of our minds
When our wheels
Are grindin'
Strong as steel
Stealing 
Surroundings
And ideas
To form the ideal
Space and time
You find in your prime
And train
To refrain
And abstain
Yet indulge
Till you're bulging
With too many 
Ideas
Illusions
Confusion
Lift the haze
And enlighten
Yourself
Myself
Hahaha
That's thrice
What a night. 

An Anthem Unwritten

Don't want to imagine
Can't fathom
What album
What anthem
I'll write
When you slip
Past the gate
To take your place
In another world
Another guild
Not of humankind
I wonder what you'll find
Whether you'll share
Over time
If you can bear 
To return
To a life past
Full of love
Just love
There's no hate
Just haste
To share
Before we devastate
One another
To a state
The bait
A new light
There's a time
When you'll no longer feel
The need to fight
Then you may go
Rest in peace
Not yet though
I have too much to show
You have too much to do
You know how to care
How to build
Look at our guild
Our gallery
We could construe 
A valley of works
A forest 
Of thoughts 
In art
So yes
Wait to part
Till we've built
Afforested 
Without guilt 
Encompassment
Of enlightenment 
For this is your chance
Right now 
On this planet

Try --> Fail

You cannot understand my mind,
For how I am is a way that's mine;
Though I hope to convince you
Successfully,
That there lies more in reality,
Than meets the normal,
Human eye.
For many a time,
Have I? I have,
Rolled into the guise
Emerged from the curtain
Of consciousness
To a hidden,
Another,
Unutterably strange,
Mental universe.

I Don't Know

Life goes on
Yes it's late
Where's the dawn
Who's to say
What
Will it spawn?

See

Dancing through life
Like our ancestors might-
No, not might-have, did. 
Celebrating the nights
With peaceful sights
Of mountaintops
Seeking to see
Where the forest stops.

I Think, Yes

Here we go
Eternity
It's a love
And a hate
Would I rather
Play games?

Compromise

Must an issue arise
Fore we realize 
The redemption
Resistance 
And compromise 
Can provide?
Is not amendment
As essential,
As adaptation is
To survival?
Contemplate it-
It's the same thing;
So adjusting
Is behavior
Of maintenance
Of balance
Of appreciation.
Of that which is 
This generation. 

Switch the Instrument

I see now
How words
Aren't enough
For our souls
So I must
Switch the vice,
My instrument,
From paper and pen
To keys and strings
But still
Shall I have
My pen and paper
To write the notes
Just like you wrote
A hidden message 
In a language 
My own-
Our own. 
I'll get lost 
In amusement
Of the muse
That is music,
For I see now 
The difference,
The inspiration,
Between the two
Of us-
And persistent
Am I
To ease
The tension 
Before it becomes
Permanent. 

Wisdom Kingdom

Enter
To grow in wisdom
And never exit
This kingdom
For boredom
Shall never here
Become a conundrum
Yet seldom
Is it not
As hard
As corundum
To become a
Harvard alumnus.

e.m.p

This process 
Is no jest
It'll put you
To the test 
That even
When your own way
Still means
Your very best. 
I must confess
I can't protest
To this holocaust
Of ignorance. 
Opinion or fact
It's all intellect
Just from different
Perspectives-
That IS
Education. 
Right and wrong
Prospective
Variables
In where you're headed
Hell-
Or heaven,
It's all
Your decision,
So educate
Your opinion. 
The reward
Is worth more
Than cash
In your hand,
Any videogame score,
And unlock the doors
To makin bank
In the real world. 
Fuck the SUV
It's not 
Environmentally
In a sense
'Savvy'.
Can we not relate
On this topic?
Maybe not,
But it does
Relate 
To the tribes
In the tropics-
Try to stop
The corrupt
Thieves who chop 
Away
Their habitat. 
How is it a trait
To be able to say
What happened 
Yesterday?
What worth
Has one gained
From you spittin
Your flame-
Stop frontin
Stop maiming
Your own game. 
My game-
Not the same-
I make my dreams
Reality
Achieve 
The unbelieved. 
It's in my name
Ironically
I radiate
Magnetic pulse
Yeah I'll fuck
With your field
I'm EMP
I got electro-
Magnetic pulse. 
I'll surge
Shake those volts
Loosen the bolts
Locking your vault.
A screw or two loose,
You're not at a loss,
Just a little less tight
With a little more drive
To rewind time
To redefine
Take that step back
Make sure
You identify,
Step over the crack-
This time-
So you can
Keep providin. 
You gave her
The rehearsal
Now reverse it-
It's not time yet
For the final
Recital. 

Mssr. Amado

Monsieur Amado,
I accredit you this:
Incandescent is your smile
Fluorescent is the light. 
Through a detrimental forest
You once were forced
One laden with a mist
Of perilousness-
Of a darkness,
That surely, 
Without a compass
Would encompass thou 
In entirety,
Annihilating 
Any left sense
Of effervescence. 
Yet, you surpassed 
This endeavor,
I believe,
That surely
Was guided
By your affable smile-
Your compass,
Your instrument,
That ushered
Your soul to alight,
And evanescently banished
This plight from your life.
Yes, incandescent is your smile
Fluorescent is the light. 

Mark Knight

My night 
Still anxious
In adolescence
I arrived
Twas dusk-
Await, I must
Your fluorescence
Amidst the mist
Of stimulated guests,
Some on my list,
I must-
I did, 
And thus occurred-
You simulated
A lunar eclipse
That surged my spirit
Shocked my battery-
High voltage-
Yet you controlled me
With your courage
I raged
In your name
Got low
Got down
In your house 
My house
Our space to grace
So I figured 
I'd face 
A new challenge
Not face, storm
And attempt to adorn,
Embellish your eve-
Though I know not
Whether or not
You viewed tonight's loot
As acute
But I
Will measure,
Forever, as successful 
The pursuit
The feat
Of your contribution
In a conjoined piece
To stir
Undefeated
A revolution-
I came to the conclusion,
My solution:
So I sought
In your eyes,
A shared luminescence-
Oh, surprise
No guise to improvise
As you roll
In the clouds
Like the sun
Solo
You reign alone
On the throne
And whoa, lo
You've thrown a ball
Grandiose
More grand
Than were it thrown
In parliament's own hall;
I tell you no lie 
Mark,
You marked 
This night
As a Knight
I'll forget not
Not a thought
Not a glance
Not a moment minute,
I salute you
For entrancing,
I'll never stop dancing
To the tunes
You altruistically
Mystically
Cast
Oscillating my all
Every vein
Every enzyme
Maintained
A metaphysical force
Contained
That only you
Have ever 
Come to tame. 

Efficiency supports the basis for self-sufficiency, which results ultimately, for me, in my most ultimate altruistic state of sentience- intellectuality. For, mental stimulation, as an essential constituent of being efficient, requires attention of being in every sense, in every event presented. 

Or do I?

I know now
Where my mind's at
Where art thou?-
I'm in combat.
Between so bad
And so good that 
The contrast
Is like the ground met
The clouds, when
All that surrounds ends
And the ocean turns
Upside down again
The fire burns
Right-side up again
The coals fend
For themselves
They mend
Where they're bred
Where they dwell
Nay heaven
Nor hell
But a haven
Is where they fell
Contemplating
When to melt
Or instead
Whether to meld
To build
Itself a guild
To mold
Itself a hold
Grab the hilt
Made of gold
Conquer
Before too old
Quiescent 
Yet so bold
Flat
Invisible folds
Hidden warm
In the actual cold. 

Dittany or Dictamnus albus:

An aromatic Eurasian plant of the rue family, with showy white flowers and fragrant leaves that emit a flammable vapor. This can sometimes be ignited without harming the plant.

I intend to make explicit the value of the dictionary.

Cadence to This Game

My stance-
Like that
Of a cadenza,
Enacted
And composed
Of a cadence
Contraband.

One stanza
Played scherza,
Then two
To perplex,
The third,
Intended
To vex the audience.

Notes assembled
In treble
To resemble
The shivers
That trigger the trembles,
In measure-
An ensemble.

The bass
Takes its place,
The line drops,
Deep and steep
Like the pressure
At the bottom
Of an arcane lake.

The mid-range
Plays the control,
Stays the same,
Non-sequential-
Yet, as essential
As is the stage set
By the drum roll.

No pages,
Not needed.
My memories,
Will not fade and
If they should then
I’ll start again when
No longer contraband.

Sights

Sketches-
Of what?
Just marks
Etched in dust?
Scripted in vision
Till cast away
By a gust
By a blast
Of a new thought
Replacing the last.

An Imaginarium

Heath Ledger's last was one of the world's best. Must we get so lost just to let it pass? Or is the past just evidence of lives lost in the past?

Literature

First
You must
Be literate,
Before you call
Your manuscript
A legitimate piece
Of literature.