This emptiness opening wider each day consumed in decaying surroundings around me opening up new words and worlds to display Dead yesterday eventually fading further away There's always new words to say And emptiness waiting to echo on into forever
Is it Tuesday again? I'll pick up a pen, A couple tylenol, smilin' and all Throw some pot and yesterday's coffee back through the coffee pot to recycle Not sure if I can get on the bicycle Maybe I can or can't get to work I'll just sail on the bus like captain Kirk in a failing alien circle jerk Zooming off to known destinations with swirling remnants of inebriations A hazy swirling daze and a cup of coffee and a lazy twirling phase set free to last for what seems eternally willing to fly free involuntarily upon...
Happy holidays.... ....hollow days...... ...all a daze.......... I elate ...A little late .....I relate... ......real late.... ....I ate eight ...mushrooms.... ...rush moons.... ...hush rooms.... Isle of view.... Isle of view.... Isle of view.... I love you......
Darkness rose violently as Rose retreated silently It was her breaking up with me not me setting darkness free I watched the waters as dark waves rose then violently breaking upon the sea Brilliant beauty is all I see Perfection breaking violently roses rising silently, ecstatically and Rose breaking violently
Darkness rose violently as Rose retreated silently It was her breaking up with me not me setting darkness free I watched the waters as dark waves rose then violently breaking upon the sea Brilliant perfection is all I see pure beauty breaking violently Roses risen silently and Rose breaking silently
The eye in the sky gazes over at mine to ask if I see it blazing inside my mind I hear it, this spirit I see it, now free it Erupt and explode this motherlode into a billion fragments of being and create something beautiful something you promised to bring a hideous insidious offering and something worth seeing
You have until the end of the month, my friend to decide the depiction and description of your end Spirit dies with opening eyes Tomorrow is an unpredictible surprise One will either fail and fall or rise an undefined undecided unpredictable design impossible to find a solution in time or to write out a resolution in time One will either be given a Holy sign or be holding out a cardboard sign