Rest in indifference.

Writer; master of poetry and expression

Strong man of valor and value

Intellectual

Focus and perseverance

Master of form, a powerful  sculptor

Grip on reality

Pure of heart

Filled of brilliant conversation and thought

Endless triumphant successes

Pioneer of his field

Great academic achievement

Timely

Reliable

Body of a mythological god

Loved by all

Radiated a seductive sexual aura          ...irresistible to women

Never missed an opportunity to express ...romance and love

Grand, bright soul

Always, deeply happy

pass through. part one

Winding twisting corners, beats driven through a warm breeze of outdoor intrusive reality. Focus is on the blurred. Blind to only the right and behind. Lights and solids scroll. Every other being is background, as important as a random pole. No world but the simple immediate surroundings.

Proceed with no caution. Proceed with force.  Proceed with triumphant, glorious laughter in an atmosphere of idiocy and simplistic pleasures easily gained.

Push on into nowhere with a destination of nothing. The most well thought out, detailed plans are destined for failure. Preceding thoughts are just as useless as reminiscing the regrets of yesterdays.

Onward to the non-existent goals and acquirements. Reasoning and realization is of no concern and avoided in all instances.

There is no yesterday, no tomorrow, no somedays or remember whens. There is a now, then another now. Once it becomes a then, it is nothing.

Nothing may be the only goal, if such a word could be used. Or maybe the goal is everything.  Either point is unimportant as this is only now, as it will always be.

This is only a beginning; it will always be the beginning. Progress is not recorded, or reasoned.

What kind of wild adventure of mundane convenience stores on the edges of eternal light and dark? Backgrounds may present themselves as characters other than posts. Interaction between organisms may create sparks leading to unexpected pleasures.  Logos, icons and soft bedding under an orange light merge into a haze of momentary pleasure. Peaks are challenged, reached and climaxed. Then  float softly into the hot air of the polyester valley.

Possibilities, curiosities and scenarios flash, contact and repeat. Duration unknown, thoughts will not be wasted.

This mad adventure is unending and unstoppable, with no motivation.

Evaluation. Conclusion.

Mindless, thoughtless, insensate state
Floating in a sea of hate
Emptiness inside
A future left to hide
My only consolation
Constant masturbation
Loss of hope, guidance, reason, trust and treason
Take me to the void and shove me in
I see your hatred and coldness within
I ruled you once;
I took the stage, through overwhelming rage, black hearted mage
To my soul you have pulled
From my desperate hold
You've left me old
Broken, lost
At no cost
To you, my friend
And you'll do it again
I've given up on life as i know it
Just look at me, I clearly show it
Through phases of pain, weakness and shame
I have no name
No one to blame
I expected it when it came
Why should I be surprised?
Long ago I realized
This shit world was not for me
I thought I had learned a thing or two
To change my point of view
I was right all along
Life is not a song
But a screeching, horrible racket
It's not to be lived
You must attack it
Forces crush, push and knock out of line
Scratching and slashing
Blood pours like wine
I cannot define
The reason was mine
Seven worlds intertwine
Take some pills, you ll be fine
What to make of this
Unachievable bliss
Lie down alongside the noise of the street
Destroy all the dreams you meet
Make your shut down discrete
If the early bursts of yellow sky
Is powerless to peel the eye
Then the ultimate failure is done
The darkness has won.

S.A.

choice

Why do I have nothing to say?
O my divinity, I'm brilliant!
But unclear as to why I am so stupid. 


When will you succumb and grow weary of the cosmic wallpaper, leave the gold needles behind and rest in grey grass beneath a tree of bewildered blue leaves?
The deafening sounds of words fading into buzzes. The plastic, repetative ticks of a machine are progessively replaced with nothing.
Nothing progresses into nothing further.
Was this the correct route?


Well known, the less travelled cloud is often the most wicked, yet least useful
There is no more important thing in this world than an orgasm.
Words can be smoked and should be.