Man I’ve been very poetic lately. Hmm.
Anyway, here’s another I just wrote.

what what
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everything is nothing

until you choose the perception

yet sometimes there’s a cage

within the mind

there’s no escaping the miserable corporate
punishment

especially in the anti-chapstick world

agree to disagree

never bowing down

the battle of integrity

sleep until there is no tomorrow

face cleansed with fresh tears of frustration

knowing is one thing

feeling is another

never a victim to either nor to circumstance

evil expectations

or perhaps a dream and a vision

reality a soul incision

the ruddy muddy boots keep stomping

laughter echos inside the empty box

as the walls are built

ready to tear it all down

and replace with windows

yet, immobile

imaginary nightmare step aside

it’s time for the next stop on the rollercoaster ride

the peak is coming

seatbelts strapped on

going to fly with eyes closed

heartbeat getting louder

life meditation

love medication

what a long strange trip it’s been

So yesterday I had an audition. While I was sitting in the waiting room I wrote a quite lengthy poem. It’s untitled:

so much time has passed

precious & distant looking glass

at one point a connection so real

blessed at least to have a one time feel

this life is so surreal

as the rollercoaster goes up & down

protection payment with a frown

nothing to do but be & release

time will reveal the puzzle piece

solitude & faith in the sky

never more a wonder why

make the best of each moment

as you blink it has gone

building the muscle of creating

keep your head up

what’s real on the inside

may not reflect the surface

but nobody knows

words can build dreams

& they can also destroy nations

floating through this life

a billion perceptions

have it your way

no settling for second best

cutting thru intentions like a knife to the cheese

happiness in solitude

perhaps playing it safe

in the web of escape

nobody knows

anybody else

as women walk around

with their pregnant bellies

fostering another life

into this puzzling world

eyes closed & thrown

into a pool

clinging to the positive

at all costs

energy can neither be created nor destroyed

no more sacrifice

The Little Dipper
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in silence she sits

replaying vacant memories

for a moment questioning

and then next forgotten

the fish tank empty and dry

as the dawn of a new day interrupts

second hand signal

a quarter past nothing

essentual meditation of unity

there is no instruction manual

there is no instruction manual

there are no directions

only the here and now

she bites her lip

the unsafe solace of a bloody knife

glitterdust fairy dancing

as he winks and points his finger

in both directions she walks aimlessly back and forth

blindfolded and stumbling and laughing and skipping

spinning around and around

in the utopian cloud of passion

she hides and he shimmies

there ain’t no square dancin in these here parts

he laughs as she cries as he cries she laughs as
they disappear into nothing

silent speculation

inspector gadget

where’s brain?

it’s quiet and rainy

she’s crouched, shaded underneath a tree

writing in a notebook

the secret to it all

the keys to life

as G-d whispers into her ear

10,000 years later

100,000 interpretations later

the game of telephone kicks her

as she shakes her head

as the rhythm flows

nobody knows

all the choices keep pointing to the moment

there is no explanation

love is easy

a simple solution

sometimes what’s right under your nose goes unnoticed

as the television screams fear and hate

and consumers masturbate their minds

and debate because i know what’s right

and you know what’s wrong

there is no more black & white in this technicolour world

only rainbows

those who choose to soar fly together amongst the angels

confused

watching the crumbling misery of layers

blocking the essense of the only truth there is and shall ever be

only time knows

and nothing else will ever be the same

ages and years and times and life

erase the strife

the knife of love cuts through all layers

atomic bomb

mysterious molecular masterpiece

bow to thee

sip from thy cuppeth

yet, thy cuppeth overflow

smile, it’s your turn now.

My bodyguard.

poop!

I’m a dancin’ machine. Watch me get down.