Tonight, I’m straight cruising,
splitting lanes in the Milky Way
12" subs are pumping
I’ve got my spaced out jams bumping,
every last of my sad thoughts
not one clue
where my spaceship will end up
Look for the kid, though, skipping
across the stars,
bouncing his bobble head
to bass and bars
Let’s be honest:
I might be out alien sight seeing,
but I’m not quite seeing 20/20
Wide, wobbly eyes
make incoming blurry
become neon streaks—
like BILLIONS of brilliant lasers
blazing magically across my cheeks
Choice offers new chapters
in unfinished books, and I’d say
any new chapter
is better than the story, suddenly, ending.
It’s really not
that existential of an ordeal, though.
Death, literally, creeps around every corner,
what worse could we worry
From the other side of the filter,
I send a message of lab-tested,
real world advice:
Be wary in life,
but vigilant, little explorer.
The choices change the timeline;
I wonder where you'll go?
Day 7: Choice offers reward or consequences
My unconscious mind is
to a child;
my ego is its overprotective guardian.
Shacked up for life, the two bicker, often,
about image, and presentation.
One is reckless,
—the other, conservative and safe.
From clothes, to long-term investments,
no choice, or idea, is too trivial, or grand,
for the passionate pair. Over many rotations
and reruns, they have
learned, for the most part,
to communicate and coexist,
contradicting duo’s unscripted sitcom
still has its moments
So, though, the troublesome two
figurative heads all night and morn’,
The answers to the questions,
we hold inside our heart,
are spread, randomly, across our
curious matrix, like crystal hidden-keys in a video game.
This game has limits and rules, but in the end,
we get to choose the objective,
we choose the keys we chase.
So I ask you: how many would you like, and
which point on the globe
you search first? I cannot tell you
how they look, but I’m pretty
you’ll know it when you find them.
Don’t hold me to it, but legend has it,
the keys contain hints and clues to…
I did a drug, once,
and it made the tiniest
thread plink out of my pristine identity.
Curious, I pulled and tugged, just a bit further,
the well-constructed, but very dull, string
to see what I would find. Though it took
a bit, eventually, the string’s superficial
structure collapsed, and fell, revealing
the strangest, yet most familiar, little boy
looking back at me in the mirror. He was
bright, psychedelic, in total awe of life. He was
and I was me, again.
Like becoming lucid in a dream,
I saw a whole new world that’d
We, dreamers and daydreamers,
are identical, in every way, to every other human
living on this lovely giant boulder,
to the very last cell and atom, except,
like lion cubs
walking on the moonlit savanna,
time has adapted us to see light
in the darkness. The circle of time has made
its official decree: should we choose to accept,
and use it,
this night vision lens has been
to guide us home.
With closed eyes, I can feel
the lucid energy of infinity
over and through my skin. This is Everything
that ever was, and ever is,
proudly presenting the
extraordinary sensation of
LIVING, created, then bestowed graciously.
We will all live many
lives, over and over again,
our atoms borrowed
The Almighty for eternity. Now
forever. Tomorrow and yesterday
are both just reactive
time and space
that we choose—in the impossible
gift of life,
we, too often, forget (is) ours.
Day 3: Ancient and eternal connection with Gaia