Omg love there is only true looking a w ay from the ground they wand to be seen.
I wand fomr a mirror
warping in many ways
in the folown sho
looking and turning
round round
all I see is he
round and round
I ounch and squeel
I'll + see me
Please dud ch r me
Love is the real
currency
An exchange of perfection
I am a piece of
puzzle
fits together into
nothingness
I am a dream
manifested
as mother heth
than glid poem
I am poem
I am poet po et
I am piano
A Suggestion
Tentatively, I might make a
suggestion
Truth is
slipping in and out of understanding
Sometimes I have it
Sometimes I don't
And the vacuum I'm left in
when I find my self once again
living in this little kid's
body
Simply propels me towards
more yearning.
But amidst it all
There is quiet.
The thin line between delusion and truth
I had faith in my own intuitive heart
And I chose truth
Now, there has been a
rupture in my understanding
and I find it difficult to
trust myself
And all that was beautiful
is Now Only Muddy Symptoms.
I don't even know if this is
a brand new predicament or
the same soup reheated
Either way, I'd love to have a break
It's all
Grist for the mill
of my awakening - even
if "awakening" is
an untrustworthy statement
at the moment
It'll all make sense
eventually -
even if I don't believe it.
Things just need time
to settle
And I don't even have
to do a thing
besides avoiding
another stir
Let it settle
give your head a break
And if it must be shaken
up again -
just start again from where
you are.
Where I am:
is a really shaken up teenage boy
I'm confused and existentially asphyxiated
I don't really understand what's happening around or
inside me
I tend to mix up reality
and dreams
But some say I'm doing fine
I'm doing fine
I gotta go to sleep
My eyes are wide awake
or at least have had potential to be
But how can I know
when something I once
had is gone for good?
My skin will wrinkle and
youth will be clearly
lost
But what of experience!
Should I accept total
loss of all things in the
past?
Or do I hold onto hope of
a repetition of the beautiful
meaning life once had?
I'm Johnny Rocket
I walked through the gates of heaven and overheard the strangest conversation -
Johnny Rocket: Hey I'm Johnny Rocket
God: If you keep claiming
you are Johnny Rocket,
your sins will continue to
pile on your soul and their
weight will drag you into
the darkest pits of hell.
Change your ways now and
you may have a chance
at redemption. Please,
spend eternity here in
perfect bliss with me and
all the angels.
JR: Ay, I'm Johnny Rocket!
God: If you continue to recklessly
hold onto your punitive
sense of self, you will
never gain the courage to
merge with me and
exist infinitely in the
atmosphere of total love.
I will accept you with
open arms and your heart
will be forever cleansed
JR: If my passions
cannot coexist with
perfection then heaven
is not perfect and bliss
is only a comfortable
lie. Nothing stands to be
true if reality is only
discernible to the surrendered.
Well, I will never surrender.
I'll walk myself into hell
if anything means anything.
For the sake of art, poetry,
independence, life, creation
itself. I am Johnny Rocket
Suddenly everything
faded into matrices
like broken glass
and Johnny ascended
into the highest heaven.