I sharpen my pen
wrestling with my thoughts
poking holes in reality
peeling back perception
waiting for the muse
Relax and takes notes
while I take tokes of marijuana smoke
I’m looking at lyricism as coding
I’m looking for an algorithm
I’m looking to streamline ideas
and be able to express them in ways
that speak to directly to the core
and essence of something that we all already
know and that we are already connected to
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged;
life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope
surrounding us form the beginning of consciousness to the end
we structure this context of the human condition
we make up a story of society
we paint these masks of humanity
all the while there is
a deep metaphor deficit
that can never be paid
we have written a check of false reality
cashed a paid day loan of perception
a lesser version of the dream
a lesser version of beauty
a lesser version of actuality
you see the thing itself
is beyond our silly words
is beyond our silly minds
is within the depths of our being
the direct experience of everything
the felt experience of the everywhen
I think too much
and feel deeply everything
and at times like these
it’s too much for one soul to bare
I like to tell myself
that everything is alright forever
and ever, which it is
but I know this too
is just something to tell the self
a self that is just another thing
itself like all things
ready to seep thru
my fingertips,
dissolve into nothingness
I don't care
in the deepest and
the truest sense
of that strange word
and now back to reality
it always comes on
at the peak of the rush
when am in IT
there is this clarity
and everything
I mean everything
is within my grasp
I hope I can spark
that seamless, timeless moment,
that you dance and
hold on to the felt experience
of me, in the light and in the darkness