Boasts From A ‘Never-Was’

“I’ll tell you again
I don’t follow trends
They just follow me
Flattery can go from moral lucidity
to a drag, intellectual flaccidity
It may take some time but soon you’ll see
Something this good shouldn’t come for free

Invisible I am because no one can handle
Flair crackling like a roman candle
To be overlooked would be a scandal
Continuing to panhandle
for recognition would be like a sandal
lost in the Red Sea
after a flash of magic
parting into 2, a mystic ramble
If that what it takes for y’all to see
I’ll change the name to protect the guilty
But there will never be another like Me.”

“I’ll tell you again
I don’t follow trends
They just follow me
Flattery can go from moral lucidity
to a drag, intellectual flaccidity
It may take some time but soon you’ll see
Something this good shouldn’t come for free

Invisible I am because no one can handle
Flair crackling like a roman candle
To be overlooked would be a scandal
Continuing to panhandle
for recognition would be like a sandal
lost in the Red Sea
after a flash of magic
parting into 2, a mystic ramble
If that what it takes for y’all to see
I’ll change the name to protect the guilty
But there will never be another like Me.”

Source: Boasts From A ‘Never-Was’

Love Seed

There are days where I don’t particularly feel anything
More days than I care to even fathom
Days where any sensation seems to pass over me with no bearing
As if I were merely a phantom

Drifting along in space without a suit, no oxygen to breathe
You’d think that would be cause for alarm
Perhaps it would
If it weren’t one of those days

More days than I care to fathom
Makes me wonder if Time is actually passing at all
Is it like smoke?
Does the inside of Pandora’s box simply not care
or is the punchline missing from this big cosmic joke?

Still…

These days are not everyday
at least I’ll tell myself that while I continue to be
& squeeze my eyes until they’re ready to bleed

letting the tears water my Love Seed

10.22

the night feels darkest at 3am
no moon hangs in the sky

when the night gets this dark
anyone outside won’t get in alive

it’s a balmy autumn breeze
yet I can see my breath hangin’ in the air
the cloud flowing gently over my fading garden

maybe the morning sun will make me feel better
maybe it’ll be blocked out by the night,
continuously veiled & out of sight

the night feels darkest after the first tear fall
and it makes me wonder if there’s someone out there who really cares,
really cares at all
someone up there to let it dry up right

cuz this night feels so dark
darkest it has been in years
through the tears all I feel is The Fear

I can hear The Fear pumping through my veins
I wonder if through the thunder & the rain
so quiet
I wonder

 if I’m going insane

Fever

say it ain’t so
I’ve been moving to and fro
without giving my body permission to do so

how scary it is
to lose control so
easily, at the drop of a hat

why’s it gotta be like that?

Notanotherworld

“A taste of a moment where space feels unreal. A slippage of all the unmentionables into a super mini blackhole from an invisible dimension.

This thirst can manifest itself into a wide variety of masquerades and can render an otherwise sound individual into fits of sporadic madness”

Source: Notanotherworld

Come Here

I hear you
can u hear me

Why do the good die young
While evil lives in various forms always one halfstep ahead
Why

Why why why why can’t you seem

Why why why why seem to see what we see

Oh why

Precious darling Lotusflower

kiss the night and stand in the rain
‘long as I’ve got you, sweet babe
i can take it flaws & all
& I’ll chill

daring

Bon Mot From The Avant Garde

They say only the anointed people got
the healing touch of the waters in the southern pacific coast of Neptune

the rest of us, dogpaddling in neck deep liquid methane with a dab of menthol for minty freshness

purple whispers from yesteryear:

Stop polluting me!
I just want to live
!”

a choir of doves harmonize in tandem with the rise of the sun
the beams caressing all within reach 

When the anointed return to the ‘Tune
where does the leave the rest of us

or better yet, how?

a power structure of purple translucency built upon the

values of the sunkissed majority

ah…yes.

I’ll write the whispers on the walls so it won’t be forgotten 
& if I come back as a human

I hope it will be more than just a fantasy by then


Call From the DataBank

“nothing comes for free now
in manifest destiny
so what’s it gonna be now?

someone’s gonna have to pay
& how

what’s your dearest dream?
does it feel like what it seemed now?
was it worth the screams now?

…perhaps your silence is payment enough

& how

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