12 months a Journey to OuTer SpaCe

In an establishment of wall-bouncing emotions, corky and kooky assumptions, light-hearted declines and white-toothed- smiles shared, I bring an idea to light: consider the sun above us and the moon following him along, powers and energies that are brought to us, depending on the day and depending on what I ate, I'm likely to see both and talk to one at a time, using different times in the day as the time for them. But it's been a long journey, and they say life isn't about the destination, it's all about the journey. Whatever weather we ride through, this voyage is across the biggest pond you know of and the vernacular that brings an arrangement of stimulating synapses, usually conflicting emotions, ideas and unproductive thought processes. How many have you encountered? Let these readings tell you something: I am living the fucking life.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Poem #2

12/13/13
1:15PM

Noise
To be with some things are to you, as yourself is one.
Belief to the notion
Are you one?
Or two?
Three or four or five?
Keep in mind,
that,
the separation of powers reveals to one self.
Not two.
Nor three, nor four, nor five.
Across from me
Is a one
And a guy
Next to him, a group of energies
Moving across, the stories
Wonders of life
In a town full of bubbles,
Bubbled up by just one,
Bubble
Leave space in your bubble
And it should be filled
But if it doesn't?
Present to me your idea of a bubble
To me,
It seems.
It filled me,
to release
The air inside,
That's in the bubble?
I have one.
Mine.
Inside another
With minimal noise,
Or so I want,
I strive.
Although,
Some days...
Some days bring different noises...
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