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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