My Words Are Like Cigarette Butts on the Sidewalk and Clouds In The Sky

Needless to say
that The Opportune
is that kind of fragmentary
dismay


Like a Loon Ripped Out
Pages From The Universe and
Chewed Them and Spit Them Out


Now tell me which verse you liked the most
If at the least
you disliked both

When Two Negatives Make A Positive, Someone's Probably Been Keeping You Negative

Meaning that negative numbers exist as preparative methods
To be with another Negative number when already Negative
Is to adhere to Inability to Perform tasks for
an unwritten future land

Oscillations, up and down, yes and now,
when in reality
all is happening
positively
with and without adherence to negative

Another Kind of burning passion is
purely profusing positively negative downfall

A non recycling universe
storing unwanted
with separative voices
creating negative and negative makes positive
so two paths are meant to collide, idealistically,

Is there really an infinite universe
when microspace is as vast as macroinfinitism
and two linear oscillations seem to collide
is it not a kind of
parallel universe travel
to come across someone you will not understand
because the question has never been asked

Lynch and Torture and
Take and Beg
and Adhere
and Abhor Restore
Repercussion Infinite
Words that feel like they Destroy
A possibility
to avoid the vastness of comforts in infinity?

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
and again
11,22,33,44,55,66,77,88,99
and again
111,222,333,444,555,666,777,888,999,
above is
1111,2222,3333,4444,5555,6666,7777,8888,9999
11111,2222,33333,44444,55555,66666,77777,88888,99999
111111,222222,333333,444444,555555,666666,777777,888888,999999
1111111,2222222,333333,444444,5555555,666666,777777,8888888,9999999
did I make a mistake?
11111111,22222222,3333333,4444444,55555555,66666666,77777777,88888888,9999999,
111111111,222222222,333333333,444444444,555555555,666666666,777777777,888888888,999999999
Did I forget to restrain
that the method acting is not my way
and the necessity
to present originality like a token diamond in the rough
makes me sick straight to African burial grounds?

I don't think the future is as bad as they make it seem to be
all written out the same way I vent this Unoriginality
that all the future potentiality of the universe sleeps hidden in your future blood
in future laboratory seismic tangents
microcosmically
absolutions refrain
memory

I hope you
can hear me










God









Something























Hello


























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A Tone Mentality

Have you ever seen a white canvas with a black mark on the side
or a yellow stain
or a brown rust
or a blue rip

And Thought it anything other than artistic?
was it instinctive or was it taught?

Now we'll never Masterpiece it
Now We know where to start

The possibilities perform endless loops of backtracked memories
running in the way
like some freakstorm memory shrouded in optimistic ability
clear wide clarity sparkling perfectly aesthetically

You're insane! To be so dismayed
and then so elated

and I go outside and see sunshine smile against blue backdrop sky
and rotting things on the floor

and I feel
Like this city is mine only because it is also yours

I can hear these strange whispers not my own

Definition of Schizophrenia Particularly Two

 

the title should be "the repercussion of focusing on equality for such a long time will naturally turn out to be that equality was not enough, but that it took a long time for the human species as a whole to come to this understanding" but that would be too long of a title

 

 

                     We can't make this sentence anymore

where we distrust the instinct of seeking intellect

 

Where it's imperative to refrain from restorative means

where life seems like we are always out of time

 

 

Where we ask : Am I me or am I them

and if I am you,

Can I still be me?

 

Where understanding is one parallel universe away

this float

atomic

time delay

repercussions breed

 

 

Where only trifles and panic and abhorrence fuel

black tar pit boil surface seems to be

 

I don't know what I am saying

But I know that what I am saying is what I am feeling

 

and if I meditated in slow breathing

would I find the peace of an absolute abhorrence

towards action to premeditate

and not premeditate to action

 

are we always in constant study

 

or have we forgotten how to love

with least damages done

 

Now so wild and free

the poetry seems to be

like every other generation turned out to feel

 

Not this Time

where the impression is a near got fear

always feeling all alone

 

Enterprise without sell out tag

seems to be pot of gold at the edge of the cliff

driving towards it a million miles per hour

watching those around you

pick man fall, pick woman car type

pick clothes best seem to fit

telling me how ungrateful

I seem to be

feeling wrapped in coils of scorching factory

maintenance plumber is all I can be

 

Foil seems unwrap

foiling tendencies for privacy soil

plant another tree

plant another beehive mentality

 

Nay! sounds this tone

Nay! I'm listening to cries of

unlikely war

likely as it be

 

 



They're Paying Your Remedy, Joan of Arc

A contradiction so real
Only a kind of insanity would justify



but I guess there's potions for that too



Some people remain immune
which creates the disease
propels the virus



some things only make sense to the individual
making sense
but some of us won't understand
inevitability

Every Night I'm Running Through Teeth

I'm hearing her voice again in my dreams.
shaking her pretty head like
She's not saying anything anymore and I am beginning to wonder
when she still had half her wings
and I'm beginning to stick to her motions

I look behind me and her colossal teeth are reverberating
with all the songs we sang drunk
for the prototype Christ
pounding his fists on her ears again

the mouth is quiet and I'm looking out through her nostrils
she's telling everyone how well she's doing
suddenly she's happy again
and troubles fly by over her head

I'm dreaming of all the tears she swallowed
down her throat
like some rabid animal
frothing at the mouth
I fall out of her face


Hi

Today and Tomorrow

Behind frustration is
cosmic relation

the perfect distancing
that brought us together
to separate us again
because the knowing
knew That wasn't My
Time, When you are disappointed
I have already lost

Between me and Me
is the other Side of sidelessness
like a mirror bending light

glimmers holding between your cheeks
the vernacular of beauty I cannot comprehend
so clearly elating you away
That your friends know your soul better than me
Lets me know, I am not one to keep
just

reap reap

thoughtlessly minding where better winter sleeps

I am not sour
I cynically weep

One blame, two blame, three blame, four blame,
sounds
like
bla bla bla bla
blows you away
mind me heartlessly

The vessel opens
but the mind focus channel
drips
soot