Final Thoughts

A Different Therapy
What will you do in the future?
I see nothing
Why are you so lonely?
I am content
What do you see in the world?
I see you

Your smiles, hellos, and I love yous
Exchanges met emptily with like replies
The difference between that and waving, nonexistent
In a trance, you pass days with pleasantries
Simple gestures masked as passion and production
The practice of which makes you dollies and shelves
To me, you are a wave crashing into a wall
Like cattle to the slaughter
You have the disposition of meat

In my garden

What was?
A thing I had
It kept me warm and happy

What is?
The things I have
They keep me content

What will be?
That thing that makes me humble

I bury it deep

Its point sharp, its purpose to cut deep
The blood its drawn, my own
That which I didn't know I had
Being used in ways I don't want
An ugly mirror to what is inside

For your comfort, I put it away
For my comfort, I keep it close

Observations

Where to begin?

I proactively choose to take my time
As each player approaches the parapet
I seed the pulpit to greater speakers

The object of my desire, the totality of existence
Each observer adds keener insight
I am myself, through you, without me

Its form the incorporeal fissure 
I construct the triptych
One laughing, another silent, the last screaming

The death of morals
The case introspective, myself on the stand
No judge, the jury hanging, I become the executioner
The crime a matter of consistency

Slipping into something less comfortable
I face those who came before me
Arms raised, ready to join the pile

To indict myself through you
I look down the gallows
And know my place

The death of labor

I sit at the top of the ladder
Passing its contents down I tell you
What to do

I sit down the ladder
Passing its contents down
I tell you what to do

I sit down the ladder
Passing its contents down
I tell you what to do

I sit down the ladder
Passing its contents down
I tell you what to do

I sit at the bottom of the ladder
Spilling its contents on the floor
I find something new to do

The death of the aesthetic

I am a painting, it drapes the walls
Its construction, my guts
Try to understand them

This song, a cruel reminder of everything I hate
Its rhythm, the death of my innocents
With each beat I bury my cruelty

This dance, every degree of my persons from every angle
Me, Myself, and I
Waltzing together

Childhood

The secret one when you play the record backwards

Dinner at the table 

Fields hemmed and hewn, 

The feast is freshly prepared 

The children sit gleefully 

Silently waiting and unaware 

But mothers silent weeps 

For what the father quietly keeps 

Will ruin a perfectly good evening 

And four become one, for the devilish fun

That leaves the family fat and feeble

Same story, different spin, the God addition

A GAME GUIDE

Jizz out sand children

Provide said offspring with limited rudiments

Then tempt with a basic binary decision

Punish on first error

Send children into the corner for arbitrary amount of time

The additional tribulation of pain and childbirth an obscure add on

Punish again with over the top bathing

Then, after the children's children of your children's children dick around in the desert

Have them complete as series of inane and arbitrary tasks

This will summon your actual child, for the purpose of dying

You are also said child

Merge with the wind, exsanguinate yourself into wine, and become bread

Obviously by getting nailed to a tree, its all part of the plan

Everybody's cool now

High five the loser, show em your pecks, and demonstrate levitation

Come back in 10,000 years maybe

Help wanted
How can you be helped?
Conditioned responses pose surface level inquiries to obvious answers
Each hand extended a prescription or pamphlet
The unholy gospel of dollar and diatribe
Praise thy holy name, I dare not spend thee in vane

Play time schedule

Go outside and fetch a stick

Become the equivalent of a human dog

The time spent boring, participation mandatory

Not particularly enjoyable, engagement self explanatory

Or become god and massacre your friends with infinite lives

Puberty Problems

Attempt to fuck

Fuck it up awkwardly

Attempt to engage socially

Fuck it up awkwardly

Attempt to look in the general direction of a peer

Fuck it up awkwardly

Attempt to think about engaging with a peer

Fuck it up awkwardly

Give up and stare at your phone

Engage with peer electronically

How To:

Wild times

A strange brew brought me here
Its current, the endless spewing of depravities
Like some strange fever dream
I walked through the desert
Not a hysteria or a mania, merely insanity
The moon a blood red, casts its shadow
Mirrored delightfully by a tar pit fire
A occult ritual drew darker circles
The result, obscure and better not discussed

How not to collect change

To do so in ways that keep one comfortable

Moral action through icon, icons, and iconography

The idea connects itself to a process or action

Constantly being sold, bought, and selling out

The metaphor itself is worn

A short vacation

To slip away to remote corners for short moments

That thing that I hold in my hand

Grants me a slighted reprieve

Gently it beats in slow murmurs

The glow of embers of a light that once burned brightly

I dowse it in regret and pass time in strange mediums

The poison, not its substance, but the thing it takes away

To gain the thing that I want, but not how I need it

TEDx Talk: The enterprise of mastering your own devices

What do you sit on?

Find the right avenues for better results

The action requires aggressive repetition

To clutch or adjust each member in your grasp

As a result achieve extreme self help

Then aggressively deliberate to achieve jouissance

Enigma

The routine combination of hormones and literature
The trap a construction of elation and conceptions
I am the maze, and you are the minotaur
Its in the eyes, a habit in bad company
Glances turned to stares and then eventual planning
Still experience and dejection have made me the wiser man
To avoid cold shoulders for the warmth of a good book

Nothing and Something

A still photograph haunts my mind
These things divine themselves to me
That nature formed ere conclusions
Sun and moon perplexed waves
An ere fog corrects their view and divides rain and stars
Sand, water, and sky separate a distant void
There is nothing and everything in one breath
Nothing beyond or below
Everything within my grasp and out of reach
I am petrified
A still moment that drifts out of existence
A kind metaphor I will never forget

Z.E.T

And as I ascend

No beginning, merely ending

The callus machinations move forward

Its march confirmed, merely the silent recitation

I am no one, here is nowhere, and none of this mattered

That in some remote corner of your mind

Those words collect some darker meaning

In their simplicity, re-spark a dormant system

The outcome already set in stone

Stare into the sun

In the process of seeing nothing you might hear the truth

As you cut the fat and trim the hedges

You remove the appendages and castrate the possibility of a future

Everything I see extant

The natural order extended forward

No amount of primacy detected

Looking down on you with disgust

With hands placed on my knees

I might teach you to run

Modern Life

Education goals

Work hard on a four year degree
Research a variety of topics/complete a project, impress your adviser
Complete an undergrad thesis
Enter into a post doctoral program
Research a topic/complete a project, impress your adviser
Complete a post-doctoral thesis
So when you're finally done volunteering at your internship
You'll be ready for an entry level position at a part time job

Recipe for the perfect modern life

Each morning begins a shower, shave and shit

Clothes piled by the bed constructs an outfit

A quick perusal of the phone, computer, or television as time with permit

Followed by a cigarette and coffee

Then breakfast, gas station food or its home equivalent

A lone bacon egg and cheese sandwich sits in a case, lacking in appeal

In addition, a high caloric or sugar filled snack accompanies this fine meal

Accented by a cigarette and coffee

Work has arrived, and it's time for Steve to earn his humanity

Through various articulations and moving, things arrive at convenient locations

The disbursement of appropriate coinage, product and gasoline part of his vocation

Partitioned by a cigarette and coffee

Finally home, the night revolves around television and dinner

The meal microwavable, simple to construct, and in the vicinity

Television shows include news twitter polls, reality game shows, and alien divinity

Topped with a cigarette and coffee

Repeat until dead

An evening out

How quickly that fickle liquid

Turns the calm, callous and insipid

To lewd and loquacious

Violent drones shift sullied minds

Somber turned chaotic

Now cruel and capricious

Refuse flowed to aggradation

Folly followed aggravation

Until eventual guttural breaching

Finally, in slow muddled tones

The inebriate crawl quietly home

To roam another evening

Stumbling reflection

Am I Hasdrubal, Hercules, or Hericlitus?

Whom to ask?

Sisyphus or Atlas?

What purpose the task?

That my fate was stitched within time

Fabric woven cruel and unkind

Still heel cut, naked, wandering blind

Crossed the Pyrenees

Five fingers following the Pleiades

Returned home, Helena’s favor fought for, now frivolously flown

Displaced, house torn, voyage done

What small victory had Perseus won?

A tinder profile

Beer, television,

video games, hanging out,

then sex and hiking

Dinner out with you

I moved through avenues to sit were I eat

The alley will function

The hors d'oeuvre, a collection of localities

The meal Salmon, onion, and garlic

Its aroma, matches the decor, money not well spent

Some lessons hurt

The construction of this plate a hard pill to swallow

The meal, designed not to fit your pallet

Each word a knot in your chest

To leave a sore taste in your throat

The recitation of previous bile would be too kind

Still in this place I am awash

A small fish in a large pond

I drowned in its depth

For you, I leave it's crumbs

A puddle would suffice

To flounder, a moral lesson

A chortle and a light wave ends the evening

To tip the waiter, necessary

Pull out my chair

And return home

I simply have better things to do

By some peculiar chance, you follow

The end of the night

Violently, emotions build tension massed

Walls collapse quickly, intercourse commences

While one reminisces on partners past

The other engages with the nights expenses

Slowly, they caress and their stomachs whine

And then, as love birds descend from heaven

They need more four twenty to sixty nine

Then get half off at seven eleven

One, lacking hunger, concocts an excuse

The other partner an exit in haste

To prolong pointless, to impede no use

To do so convenient, but in poor taste

Our player buys snacks and prophylactics

To fuel and plan for the next night’s tactics