no cosmic vibrations seen in these visionary frequencies. no no no. it is all stale & worthless. in a similar lucid state to the colour of my eyes nowadays.
for an opposition exist between the mechanical mental state i have now situated myself in versus my physical operance. ahoy there captain ! mending season has arrived & i'm barely sitting afloat! how can we expect any changes when there are such strange battles stirring up in our tiny wavelengths !
a strange juxtaposition exists between my will for salvation versus my nature of being this strange version of a fallen saint. do truisms ever arrive at their destination ? will i be okay again? my mind is leaky...and shaky...it is not sharp as a tact anymore. no wit involved. no thinking please.
PERHAPS
there is a sticky keyboard rotting inside my mind . water slipped through the letters & washed away the syntaxes...particles float freely inside my brain in similar discordance to the electronic waves inside a keyboard...
(never sure where i am going with these thoughts...they don't last as long anymore to remember what i was saying)
it's a slap on the wrist for having no wit for not being able to control the thougts of the opiate woes...
how can i go home to you when all i want is the blues?
SHAKY SHAKY...hands & mind & soul (if those even exist)
i miss the oranges too......
2 comments:
the whole salvation vs. fallen saint thing is poppycock. everybody's damaged. everybody's just getting by. the key is to figure out how to do it with love and respect for the universe, as it is. You can't always get what you want. But with amor fati (my personal philosophy), you try to find a way to always want what you get, if you will.
digging the imagery, btw.
You're still wonderful with words, with collection, format and placement. Sometimes I feel that's all I have, being able to make words pretty...
You can be okay, as long as you determine what is okay is for yourself. And it's not wrong to rely on others sometimes; that's why we have society, community.
Even if your words are just thoughts, they are more often than not poetry to me.
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