Absurdity

Don’t Be. …Absurd
It’s only… .a word

A musical rhythm
Set in time. …Pentameter
Or Anti-matter; rather.

It’s in your head
You dance, You dance
Round and Round
In bed.

It takes 2ow or One
It takes 4our or more
and lets not forget 3ree.

Don’t be absurd though.
Think it through now.
Is it false or Is it true?
Silly, you don’t even know:

What is it? it is                        is
Absurd? Absurd.

My Catharsis

If I write everyday It keeps demons at bay.

Livin’ a lie
Hopin’ to fly
Away
To a place called home

Information is God… …or is it Knowledge?
…Is Knowledge Wisdom or is Experience?
What is God.

Nervous Tick (le)

Bad Habit=Lewd Nun

Scribble Scribble
Seems the same. From up here.
Well down here. It’s better.

Ideas/Thoughts on paper are so much better than in the head; they don’t jumble about as much. On paper they reach a steady state, immobile & clean. A specimen that can be examined and corrected.

life’s story, or “it’s karma.”

Life is our own story. More often then not we write our own way, our own end, with the things we say, the things we do and the way we play. Naughty or nice, mean or fair, your actions, your future. Karma is real and will circle back; what was yours to give will be given again. You just might be on the receiving end. Don’t think that you can get away by just living or being a good boy day after day. Your life is written by your thoughts as well, they are loud and we can hear them I’m ashamed to tell. That deep overflowing aquifer that is your soul wells up and spits up your thoughtactions. What you think you may as well do, it is after all the real you. Striped of all masks and makeup, no masquerade or magic, no hiding behind the curtain of false smiles and empty promises; what matters, the real you, is whats in the heart, that mask does not fool. The universe sees true intent and will not let you get away with it. Black your heart, then black you life. You are what you are, what you choose to be and in the end what you face will be you, what you are, what you were. There is an accounting taking place and even if you are behind a mask, God can still see your face.

This is(was) a Blank Page

THIS PAGE SHALL REMAIN BLANK!!!…

With the exception of the words Ive just written. So I suppose it would be better to say;

THIS PAGE SHALL REMAIN BLANK, WITH EXCEPTIONS!!!…

Except it is no longer blank. So I guess what should be said is;

THIS PAGE WAS ONCE BLANK!!!…

Yeah, thats it. That makes much more sense, even if it is rather redundant and obvious.

Feel like… Writing.

I feel like writing; what I would write I don’t know but I fell the need to express… something. So here goes I am writing, spelling and actively thinking of the finger positions to type the proper arrangement of words. What I am not thinking of is what to write. I just type and the words flow from some nether region in my brain with unceasing clarity but not sense. I see the words come, a queue lining up to fall from my mind to the page. I watch them fall like golden snowflakes catching the phosphorescent rays of my screen before appearing therein. Stop. Pause. Let the queue rearrange itself, let the words get back in order, herd them back to their place… and the words keep coming, an inexhaustible supply, recycled and remade, new and old, unused and abused, a never ending supply line. Say what you say and say it well, don’t think of tomorrow for it wont come and think not on today for its all ready done and just look at the space your in and imagine…

Random thoughts in Random order

Dis colored/Re directed
Make-Believe/Sparkle-Shine
Home of Robbers is a Den of Thieves
I can’t Believe what makes me Bleed
I See, but they say I’m Blind
And the Words reverberate, “be kind rewind”
So I play back in Black and in White
All the Days and all the Nights
In static film projector reel
Slow burn Mysteries of past Histories
And screams from the page “I Feel!”
Be it Pain or Love, excitement from above
Or ordinary, everyday sloppy-sadness, boring-sameness
retinue retinue, Routine Routine 
just-a flog of days Passing Passing, Passing
Every day, Every day I wish I was just the Same
But to Change, But to Change is just the way
Its just the Same for the Passing Days.