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 25, 2014

Poem #4

1/6/14
1:18 PM
For time of a position
The respect for the water
Which brings me home
To a Mystery
Clarity of people lost in a bubble
With Fantastic Obligations to show off
Finding things to show off with
And the fascinating discovery of
Working hard for something
The we righteously own
Which will give way to a birthday
And 20 after that
And incentives of uneducated
I wonder if you know me
Because of theshesaidtome
Tell me if you see it in my face
My eyes
The catch?
I become capable of anything
My imagination can give opportunities
That's the obvious positive
Getting shot down
But, to me, from what I see
It stays different
And water breathes
Until we make it a proletariat luxury
Of heavenly bodies which absorb
Equal latitude to that of your right-hand-man  
 
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