Looking at the clock
A minute has passed since my last glance
But the clock’s arms point to another story
Subjected myself to a quickened time perception
It slips by at an alarming rate
‘Time’ moving at such an enormous speed, well,
How could you not question time travels?
When hours seem like moments at most
Skipping time, point A to B, like travelling, respectively
I don’t believe we could go back to the seventies, no
It is the simple awareness and perceived time, versus actual measured time.
Its all the same in our curious minds
Whether it be hours, or days that go by
It’s no wonder I hate the term ‘time’
its just an illusion, created for mankind
Fulfilling their needs to measure everything
Place a label, put a number on it
Numbers, that’s a whole other story.
Time is, at least to me, is more so a space
Between the beginning and the end
Of any given subject.
Oh hell why why why do I bother on this
Because I was bored, and I never have ideas on what to write about
I just click new post and it seems to create itself
I never know what my clueless mind might bring
Maybe a nice poem, or just the thoughts that cross my brain
Sometimes its good, even surprising myseld at times.
Other times it lacks, and its just me blabbing away
Yeah so, what was I talking about anyways?
I can’t seem to think while my thoughts are racing
So, time travelling, to travel to another point in time, like a magical time machine that can bring you into the past or future, on a large scale, no, no, no. Or who knows. Maybe.
I prefer the term, time skipping, in this sense
Essentially we are escaping time, when time escapes us.
I doubt this is appealing to those who feel like they are already running out of it.
More for those who, have too much in their hands, boredom an everyday culprit
We get to feel fantastic while mending the issue of this.
Terrific. Its a win win situation.
Win win win, actually, because it also opens up the door to creativity and imagination.
So I win win win while winning, because the win is won in more ways than one, maybe more than three but any more wins might be a little excessive, so while I’m winning I’m winning some more. And that’s the best part.
A prick of the skin
I Watch as blood rushes in
Eagerly, steadily, I push it all in
A hit no less than perfection
One. Two. Three.
In seconds it rushes over me
Warmth, a quickened heart beat
Tingling all over my body
I smile and bask in the feeling
Cause now my worries have no meaning
That’s what makes it so appealing
I’ll ride the white pony for days
Living life in a crystalline haze
You live only once, they do say
So its no work and all play
No regrets or thinking of yesterday
It is what it is and its already made
I was born to have fun, I’m afraid
Unfortunately in self destructive ways
Lives like these, glorified these days
The highs and lows are all the craze
We got bored of what society portrayed
Passing the point of calling it a phase
Ran out of causes to put the blame
I’d rather be high, I have no shame
In a good household, there I was raised
A top student, I got good grades
Somewhere along the lines, things changed
Emptiness and a void suddenly placed
So a quick rush became what I craved
An ordinary life, I guess I misplaced
Extraordinary highs are what I chased
Until I found what suited my tastes
So it takes two to tango, eh ?
Well guess what? I fucking hate tango dancing. Even more so, those who can tango all flawlessly and in a form of pure love and connection makes me sick.
Fuck them for reminding me I suck at dancing. But most importantly, the ones who blatantly prance around, supposedly unaware that a lot of us are failing fuck ups as we try to tango with our even more clueless and impatient counterpart.
Two to tango, HA ! Please..Sure, a new dance with a new lover is all fine and dandy up to a point.
To put it simply, Tangoing and my chosen partner lacked so many elements which were vital, makes Tangoing a happy and pleasurable experience. Ultimately though the fucking tango experience with said individual was one more so of guilt and frustration. I grew so sick of it all lately that ifreed myself from the grasp, control and restraints that this so called tango bullshit had me in.
Oh two of us were Tangoing alright. There was effort on both parts, but not long after, I grew tired of this dumb dance and the very person whom stared back at me. neither of us were perfect at the dumb unison of this so called tango dance but his attitude towards me and my flaws or mishaps took its toll.
You wanna fucking tango dance, go find some pathetically eager woman and see if you’re any happier then
Who the fuck even does that shit anyway? Fools. You’ll all be heartbroken once someone gets tired of the same repetition of the same god damn routine and your precious little pact is split. Or who knows, maybe you’ll grow tired of the same damn pair of eyes you are doomed to forever look into.
So I find a little safe haven, hide from all the wishful tangoers who will all most likely experience disappointment sooner or later. Clouded is their judgement, who wants to tango with the same damn person till the end of time? To my surprise, quite a lot of people. But really? Soulmates, known as the human beings you are meant to spend your entire lives with.. HORSE SHIT. There are far too many people in this planet to say that there is ONE made just for you. There are faaar too many possible connections that could be better than the last.
Anyway so here I can do my own little tango dancing, proving it does not necessarily take two to tango. In fact, I find it much more satisfyingly and fulfilling when I am in solidarity, no one to please but myself,performing my very own tango which is far more successful to me than my last attempt to tango and needing to focus not only on yourself but he who is at your side.
to ‘tango’ or to ‘dance’ metaphorically speaking, represents the relationship between the partners and their pairings. I visualize a ‘dancefloor’ representing the entire earth on this planet. We see relationships that look perfect on the outside as couples are all gaga over their boyfriend or girlfriend and envy the couple that no ones ever seen argue, the couple that is so aesthetically pleasing to the eye that for our own sake we hope such couples never break up so we can forever admire the physical attractiveness that seems so meant to be . shameless PDA is widely performed,like since when do we want to witness young kids dry hump on a lamppost? Does anyone understand the importance of being subtle with your fucking PDA ? Sick.
So one can tango alone, building a positive relationship with one’s self, developing positive views on self image and self worth. I believe you gotta master Tangoing solo before doing so with a partner.
Anyways fuck all this tango talk. My fingertips randomly typed up the content cause in my mind it was cool. But its probably not.
Fucking tango dancing. What are we, Mexican? I’d rather find a partner who can successfully play, shitfaced and fun – its actually new, since the original game called, drink till you’re a dick, failed to reel anyone in.
NOTE !!!!! I am not actually angry whatsoever. The tone was meant to be more of a humorous addition, like when old grandpa sits and complains, and the family finds this as a form of entertainment, his choice of words silly, and has something to say just about anything. Love that old fart.
Such a weird entry. Amazing the thought process is, I gave this no thought and to be honest although I am not very satisfied with this entry, the amount of focus that came with it was too significant to just dispose of it.
[I booked a night on the wild nut nut train
And got an extra night free.
I hurried home to check out just what I landed me.
The package deal quality was not one of the finest. But seeing what was included, it must have been more than modest.
The railroads were so pretty, glistening and sparkling in the light. Crystal icy snow tracks, I could not wait to ride
And when the train starts moving I make sure I don’t miss a thing. The train gives me such a rush I feel like a million bucks.
If it starts to slow down I take another road and it speeds up again. Boy, was that a fast one. I’m so thrilled I walk in circles trying to decide what form of entertainment to engage in.]
I railed another line of the fine crystalline powder, knowing it was the last. Today flew by so fast I have no idea what I did all day. Speedy speedy. And life’s so easy.
[I thanked the conductor. “Oh, don’t thank me.”
Sad it was over, but eager to sleep and be fresh.Thrilled he got away with the train in the house. No one batted an eye. This is good but I’ll be plunging back into consistent train rides in no time.
What the God damn fuck am I writing again? What a shitty metaphor. I am ashamed of this lame story or whatever you wanna call this. HAHA OH WELL
i need a new muse
i had lots of fun with you
whos next to amuse ?
come one come all
take a seat and have a ride
on the wacky carnival
walk around the house of mirrors
spooky clowns may strike a fear
but dont you worry dont be scared
youre allowed to leave the fair.
strawberry fields and peach trees
ripening fruit draws summer near
as nature flows and grows and morphs
like metamorphosis, we step forth
i sat outside the porch today
seemed the robins called my name
like lovers they teased and sang and chased
the dandelions swayed with grace.
greens and yellows and mostly blue
like MJ i wont live by a hue.
swirl the colors of your palette
simplicity is beauty, yes ive found it.
so fuck these rhymes and never ending text
i wish i could not rhyme and be a true poet.
but appairently my brain is not done yet.
living life in the fast lane
just to ignore whats all the same
naturally boring and quite mundane
i simply crave motivation to create
i’d be lying if i said i have pain
im attempting to escape.
all i have is emptiness, a hollow dull brain
can you be creative without such treachorous ways ?
get my mind going without losing all these days ?
bruised and angry yellow veins
Can i be like this,
Without being this way?
whats it gonna be?
running in fields of ecstasy?
high green blades of grass
wishing on the feathers of dandelions
a feeling you once knew
a fleeting escape your soul creates fast
look on the bright side
your hearts still beating to fight
to keep it together
yeah, i got it all together
emotions opposite of the weather
maybe thats what we need.
a lover at the other end of the spectrum
how else will you conquer balance ?
and balance, we need
to keep all things
humanity, society, some part of me
so whats it gonna be ?
are you yet realizing ?
the yin and the yang aint just some decorative thang.
oh how i love the flow of the words stuck in my brain
in fact, missing
but the glass house seeks to destroy the lost and retained
a window, a screen, a sliver piercing our feet
they couldnt help it
and so the apple they eat
but i dont mind giving away my fruit
and my pieces of loot
after all, i am nothing without all of you.
and you can steal a little bit of my spark
to light up your ghostly existance, self, dark
but i wish not to break yet another heart
am i fool and just causing more harm?
can i be happy, comfortable, and stable yet ?
karma holds no more debt
although free, i am set
to sit, stop and rest
and give up the trials and tests
i just want something, something for nothing
… woops ! this is supposed to be encouraging.
so to all those who are out there in the battlefield
i want you to remember that love is your shield.
and when youre broke and cant get up
dust yourself off and dont give up.
cause light is brighter than the dark.
know your purpose and your worth.
you may never go to some university
but trust me
the warmth you carry around,
your smile as you walk around
your mysterious aura
your beauty leaving others astound
such angelic ways you should wear a crown
touching lives of those who always frown
honey, dont be so down
blood may not be but God is proud.
just do what drives you to be happy in upside down town.
which is being happy. so be happy. and youll simply be happy.
blah whatever im bored and want to write but dont know what, oh im tired of exhausting all my words and energy into foolish short lived lust.
So whatever. I’ll take it as it is. in the meantime i need to figure my shit out and be thankful, count my blessings. quit complaining and continue seeing beauty all around me through my dark and tainted glasses.
ah yes thats the beauty of it. No matter how much horrid, cruel, and vile things you have seen or learned about this earth. This, quite frankly, poor excuse of a planet where the human ‘virus’ has destroyed so so much. is being able to walk through the serene streets of a city whom so many claim to be “the grossest city in the country”
open your eyes cause its not hard to see the beautiful things in life.
and so my heart needs adventure so i can, even though people and society and everything else is terrifying, i seek solitude and peace in the beauty of nature. Spring time trees blossoming into pink and white flowers. the smell of the lavender. it really is one of those simple things that are worth forgetting the rest of the bullshit for.
BUT. i am blessed that i can continue on with my journeys, humble, despite it all, and although i shant complain, not in THE most beautiful city of the country. I mean, everyone complains about being here and how they wanna move west. So go ? you should be thankful youre even IN or BORN in this probably one if not most beautiful and peaceful countries in the world. Now I cant say that cause frankly i dont know shit about other parts of the world. BUT i do love canada thats for sure.
anyways long story short not sure where i was going with this probably just another blabble jabble ramble
i guess i just wanna see things like ancient castles in europe and oceans like in europe and all the old fashioned architechture that somehow nostalgia sets in when i see a certain painting or image of something out there, same thing with certain landscapes or forests, not sure why it makes me feel a certain way i cant really put into words but i just know i need to go there someday somehow and figure it all out.
“La raison est dans la forêt”
concrete jungle ….
Yeah i wont lie
My worst enemy is my own mind
But its not my fault
Thats just the beauty of design
Fuck, im crazy.
They could easily throw me in an asylum
So i keep my mouth shut.
At all times, about everything.
You will know when its time
A tid bit of a secret you kept locked inside
Can be shared with someone special.
Like you. Us. He wont judge. Laugh.
He wont leave you hanging in silence.
Instead you will feel the ultimate energy
Of a mind whom all its life
Lived, feeling insane, suppressed
It lights up with joy and intense excitement.
Sharing our unwordly ideas and beliefs together may be manifesting into something bigger.
What happens when 2 powerful minds are combined ?
See, he’s further gone than me
But doesnt make him any less than me.
They got to him
I wish he learned what i did for survival.
Play Along. Laugh. Retaliate – dont let yourself be bullied. We are not fucking dumb, and im sick and tired of people like YOU making people like US feel like theres something wrong with us.
Humanity is awakening and theres no stopping what we can do now. Embrace your gifts, magic, light, let it flow all around you, let it move mountains or manifest miracles, i used to be afraid to shine but thats what stars are MEANT to do baby.
Can we put the missing pieces together
And figure this out
Amongst thick milky clouds
It breathes in the tainted air
Just sweet candy floss.
Back to the comb
Back to the Queen
Back to its Home.
Turning the sweet
Into a brand new jar of honey.
The Queen dips her dainty foot
The Mustard colored Honey
Inspected the thick glass-like liquid closely
Didnt look as light in color
Nor did it look as opaque.
Delicious as usual though, regardless.
The bittersweet taste of honey
Creeps up through her throat.
Far different from her usual honeycomb
She was very pleased
Demanded the secret ingredient
As she buzzed around the bee hive
Chuckling in total delight and surprise.
No one ever saw the Queen quite like this.
Full of energy and sang a tune
Rather than her usual grumpy hiss.
She gave all her fellow workers
The rest of the day off.
She was so happy, and confident
She knew it was a one bees job
To make the Farmers’ honey that day.
Was it by mistake ? Or perhaps fate
Whatever got into that honey, well
Was meant to be a simple mistake
Not only was the Queen Bee finally lifted out of what seemed like a meaningless life
She praised her fellow worker for the outstanding new design
Queen Bee finally felt just as she should.
Like a Queen.
And like any good Queen
Her and her fellow hive mates
Lived in happiness, helpfulness and unity ♡
Life threw toxic nectar at the Queen
And so she made it into her own toxic dreams
Sweet dreams filled with sweet sugar
She dusted off her crown
Looked in the mirror
And put it back down.
What matters is my heart and soul and my inner knowing that i am Queen
For we are all each our own Majesty
Mastering even the darkest corners of our complex, frazzled minds
To wear a Crown would be driven by the ego
And the absence of ego is a blessing indeed.