Final Pushes

I've always said there is something inside me that responds to desperation. That end of the line super hero kick of rightousness, once on the edge then to the point. My faith in the absurd.

Mountains have always moved when I ultimately need them too. Does the world bend to my will or do I finally bend when the world flickers in the night? Maybe it's both.

Can I live like this forever? This time I'm honestly asking you.

At First Sight

A word like 'vision' doesn't paint the essay I could write about you.

I want to lie in bed with you forever. I want to hear those daring words in your quiet eyes. And that smile, that possessing smile stamped on my eyelids. Morning will always come too soon with you.

I could question how many times I've fallen in love with a picture and a frame, but it's not about me now, baby, it's about you. It's always been about you. It'll always be about you.

I want you like the buttery moon chases the sun. I want you like the omelet needs the egg. Put gear to my cog, let's float under oceans, let's sit over skies.

Let's wake up in a dreamscape together.

The Penultimate Comfort

My corporal body is waning but my resolve is strongish. Each of the last three days, separated by commas, I've denied the naturalish cycle of sleep. Every surface is a billowy cloud fit to die on.

The horizons are more artistic. Each branch and sky its own intricate or timeless composition. Each parking lot a palate of hewn colors.

Today I walk wavering in a world free of consciousness, the universe is translucent. Conception is limitless without a body and mind to dwell on. I compose and comprise the very round earth.

The brick road I stumble on is a bridge over breezy bedrock. The grass is a comfortable illusion. The bird a beautiful metaphor.

Soothed. All is soothing. I am the quintessential soothed.

Bombs are at peace. The loudest of the hungry souls are inaudible to my stony expression. A ranger impervious to noise, gravity, and warmth.

Always Dreaming

Another mindrot fills my passionless thoughts and echoes of heroic contentedness transverse my coliseum.

If day dreams could write lab reports I'd be dreaming.

Knowledge

Just because you know a problem inside and out doesn't mean you know anything about how to fix it.

Whispers

It's in the pantheon of guile that our government exists. Up upon Mt. Olympus, upon Mt. Olympus where each ridge is a maze of blinders, too many to control and yet still too few, they sit swigging mead and feeling up young cocks and vaginas with the hoofs of a metamorphosed cow.

Villainous humanity, you're robbing us of your deceitful decency. Brown clouds and fatigued soils; between dry beds we romp.

On Essays

Have essays every advanced the world? Pointless arguing, I fail to see the merit in quibbling a point of view I'm unconcerned with.

Taking Shakespeare was a mistake. I have no intention of having an opinion any more meritorious than those that have already been stated about the decomposed literary figure. I will revere him but I refuse to compose my thoughts into some sort of formulaic gibberish.

If only there were another way I could spout that young Lucius is the keystone of hope, the finishing figure of future, and still get an A. Formulaic vomit! I do not think like that. Another brainwashing? I refuse!

The working playing field is uneven. Let the ensuing war of the minds commence, for chaos is humanity's only friend. Order is a tempting respite, but a mirage none the less. Amongst our hollowing splendor there is no doubt in my mind that our stone pillars will one day shiver.

Anarchy reign, only there can anyone find peace.