Floodgates open!

That is what we assume will happen,
supposedly, when the destined moment occurs

I know better

Takes time
Needs patience
One cannot presume to know the future

When the mind’s made up
love either dies or grows
proclamations of fearlessness wail
and when skipping through life,
nothing seems important enough…
but that is the reluctance to feel

Comfort and fantasy are quite different
and a kiss will lead to running,
to same patterns, same results
unless a new choice is made
a new life in a continuous existence

Touch these lips with an open mind;
some choices get only one chance

af

there was a time when my words meant something
before I went into hiding
damaged by good intentions
and the tensions just grew too large,
too cancerous
too mysterious for my literal mind to live within;
for too long
trying to stay warm
in this air that always seems to chill me

even when I find love
cold sadness consumed
was acceptance of the
timid times of ignoring genres of the hate filled days
consisting of pigmented judgements of differential selfishness

i have prayed to the gods,
the him and the her, the it and the is,
and have yet to discover one to represent
creation through pride and fear

but these are tentpoles we hold dear to our hearts;
progress cannot march on
until the ties that lock others out become
loosened and patient

we come from the same love
so get the stamina on the up and up;
Who the fuck knows,
so why choose words of hate?

af

(written on computer)

Is there room in my plan
for a small piece of the forbidden fruit?
Lines of blue flames that are never to be crossed?
Yet would be so enjoyable if they were to be?

To act on a whim,
to hell with responsibility?
Or stop to find guilt
regardless the circumstance?

I already live in a dreamlike mindset
whether aware of it or not
so perhaps the apple, then,
is simply taboo?

How are consequences really decided
if not by the collective majority of individuals?
Which means morality is a commonly shared opinion?

But why do I have to live by rules I do not believe in?

af

(written on computer)

living on the edge but not doing anything wrong
question is, how far out does the edge go?

are you willing to walk directly towards the dark clouds
then I invite you to come along with me

are you willing to disregard fashion and make-up
then let’s appreciate real beauty together

are you eager to run far away from the comfort zone
then you I trust to disappear with

are you comfortable not having any answers
then that is a faith I am willing to share mine with

are you willing to walk down wrong, horrible paths
then there is no one better to survive the worse experience with

Are you able to understand that life is just decades of make-believe?
Then you are worth stepping out of this life
and skipping around the world with

af

(written on computer, curious at life’s twists and turns)

it is all your choice
decide and it is simple
we live to exist

old monster habit
That’s easier said than done
say it, and it’s true

another word please
this image has dulled my urge
and taken the soul

jitterbug perfume
sweet scents of dancing first love
pure pulse desire

four tables away
far too busy to notice
we could have been close

i have power to
make you tingle with a word
knowing it’s for you

af

(written with pen on paper)

wear a mask
previous sermons are recanted

go out, hide, observe
live as many lives as possible
leave everyone, everything and start over
die and be born only to die
to be born continuously on

af

(written in little notebook)

The time has come
blastoff like a sprinter on a kilo of blow
go go go go go go
fuck the consequences
con
sequences
why would the human entity revere such a horrid word

my world keeps on turning
despite my foibles
despite the fuck-ups
despite the wrong turns and wrong choices
the vinyl spins
the music plays
the breathing continues

and now they have arrived
the muses I desired
having done it once again;
the time has come
as it has always wanted
as it has always been
there
just waiting for me to catch up to it?
Or waiting for me to see it?

can’t stop can’t stop can’t think of any reason
to live
which is the perfect secret about life

to live without reason or purpose
to go everyday simply to exist
simply to breathe that air
just be alive in this at this moment
to look around
gawk in wonderment at the seamless harmony
how it all works
how it all just keeps going and staying in place and
getting all convoluted and mesmerizing

The secret of life is to not have any reason to live
so that we might get the most out of life
so that you may appreciate each miniscule detail
and to be alive, truly alive, by choice!

af

(written on computer)