Life, Living, Perspectives

Sunday, November 19, 2017

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Are we hiding under a facade?
Are we all just biding till someone calls fraud?
Crying wolf of tears and sadness,
Caving into your own fears and madness.

Are we all that different that we became so indifferent?
Are we processing too much information that we become so ignorant?

Pushing all morality and common sense aside,
Pushing down the pills and the drinks that burns on the inside,

Assuming that we have the third eye to perceive new perceptions,
Unbeknownst to ourselves its just self deception.

Are we all just too okay that we're not okay,
Wearing a golden crown on that head of clay
That'll break off to dust, a gentle breeze that'll blew it away
Gone with the wind, only remembered by kin.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

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Oh hey, how are you?
Is it true that the sky is blue?
The pastures greener on your own roof?

I've never been better,
The color depends on the weather,
Hardships never chooses his customer.

Have you found what you want? Have you found what you need?
Did you pick the right poison? Did you tick off all the corrections?

I've found what I need and I'll get what I want.
I've found what not to pick but that hasn't stop me from choosing the wrong one.

 What of the vision? What of the chance? Has it all passed away?

The plan is still on hand, online, on deck. I need time, I need space, I need a hand that I can't replace.

It's scattered all over like a spilt turnover, a split foldover.
I need tape, some staples and rivets to put it back together.

I'll get it back together once again.
but for now,
My mind is off-zen, off-centered, offline.Auf Wiedersehen.