Beat Down The Muse #4

The future’s a weirder place
than we thought it would be
when we were young

the greatest of humanity
have not been born yet
they are waiting patiently
for the past to die

I am a word.
At Worst, a meme.
At best a poem
I wait patiently
as I sharpen my pen

It always starts out like this,
The restlessness of the body
The wonderment of the mind
The loathing of reality
The mystery of consciousness

wrestling with my thoughts
poking holes in reality
peeling back perception
waiting for the muse

writing is to create a context in
which other people can think

music is to create a context in
which other people can feel

poetry is to create a context in
which other people can see

Never underestimate the determination
of a soul who is time-rich and cash-poor

Moonlight peeking thru the blinds,
the silent cold of the early morning
Dreams can wait,
it's the NOW that commands

A secret vision of speechless monologue
and overwhelming guidance,
an invisible mansion of
all moods, musings, and mysteries,
an infinite resort of
misfortune and revelations

Chaos is the Rhyme
I'm piecing together space and time

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We are painfully aware that our
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our whole way of thinking are
inadequate to describe reality
The struggle to grasp this reality is real

Beat Down The Muse #3

Memories, dreams, and delusions
stream through my mind
primetime visions
of simple days of love
playful smiles of joy
stoner laughs of infinity