A test of will or a will of fate.
If I leave tomorrow will it fade,
Sip of wine, past an age of mine
To fine to dine she would rather whine,
Unable, incapable, the words spoken pass through , one ear out another, like my dad said “don’t bother”
Am I too just too ramble nonsense, I too don’t understand? Or am I just so sane that everyone’s mind is blown.
I’d hope so, I’d really hope so, other wise this life is a cluster fuck of misinformation, which we’ll never understand
Have you ever woke up feeling like your on an alien planet, to look upon your own hands to feel even more like a Martian. Slaves to our own minds and creation, we answer the far cry of life with an indulgent irrelevance to what it means to be alive. If I had my spaceship I would soar half way across the world to see, to see if there was any hope left. Bring me back the bliss, knowledge is my own demon, I consume more to inherently find what is “right” but who is to say what is wrong if all it is is time.
The devil on the bus, headed where I was headed. Asking me to use my phone which I deny under the circumstance. Sitting still was easy, for him on the other hand? Not so much, like a child in class forced to hear the boring story that was being read. Except this story was the low hum of the Everett transit and splashing of tires upon wet cement. Finding it harder to not make eye contact due the nature of his movement, I keep my eyes fixed out the window too his right. Suddenly like a dog brought to attention, a hand goes up and snatches the yellow chord . Wait for it, wait for it, he exclaims, then boing with the flick of two fingers like a not on a stand up bass the bell dings followed by the ’ stop requested ’ light. He turns with a previously Un scene smile and start laugh in the confidence that he knew what he had done was funny, I return a smirk without resistance and shake my head as if too say ‘you crazy motherfucker ’ , the bus stop . And he turns to me and cuts through his laughter by saying, bout time just got out of jail, then proceeds to jump up as the bus doors swish open to expose a light rain, in his last step out of the door he stops , turns with the same quickness he used to get out of his seat . Twists a crooked smile all the way across his face , his eyes pierced mine, tired but unforgiving and said “but they should have never let me out..”
It was going to be a cold winter, and I am not talking about the weather. However if we were, I’d say I was under it with a cold.
Acceptance comes in the form of a friend request, a like, a follow. Self gratification has come to this much, we already have it all, look inside yourselves, not Jesus, Fox News, or favorite band will save you much longer from the truth in awaking, I assure you the paradigm shift is coming for those who are willing to see the truth. We don’t need much , we are born richer than all the gold in the world, this oppressive cycle of a matrix we have come to call home has us in a quest for our own tail, puppeteered by propaganda. I pray and believe that one day this planet will change, until then I wait patiently, staying happy and humble with what I have . Never been more true, love is all you need