Venting 

​Venting to vent. 

Must you follow what the culture deems truth worthy?

Roll down hills green and fairly grown

Out amongst sick hearted teachers and believers 

Rest not, confuse not

I am your guide now

Control you cannot 

Worry you must not

You must not worry

You mustn’t cry

Soon the shackles will break

Soon the tide will wash us back

Back to more hopeful primitive logic

Stones beneath you will melt

Sky above you will open up wide

Wider than you have ever, ever

Gazed upon 

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Gift Wrapping Wound 

Merry Xmas Eve! Today, I spilled blood for the sake of gift wrapping. I was wrapping gifts too fast and sliced my hand with the sharp points on the tape dispenser. It looks worse than it actually is. I quickly washed it and bandaged it. It’s already starting to heal. 

This is the first time materialism has actually physically harmed me. Lol! All in the name of the holiday season.

Happy Holidays! 🎅

Strands 

​Brains 

Absorb 

Abstract 

Strands 

Of

Dimensional 

Affluence 

Influence 

They say 

Is not

The

Mother

Of

Dissemination 

Whatever 

Yes

However 

No

Beings

May suitably 

Comprehend 

Such 

Egoism 

Unless 

Forced

Into

A lifetime 

Of

Heartache 

Back pain

Leg pain

Detrimental diversions

No amount of money 

Could ever make 

Anything 

Worth while 

Earth

Meanwhile 

Shakes off

Our

Man made 

Realizations 

It all becomes

Strands 

Of

Abstract 

Anomalies 

Man 

​Man

You are

A requiem 

A respite

People 

Don’t 

See It

Man

You are

A genius

Ahead of

His Time

People 

Don’t 

See It

People are

Dumb

People are

Messed up

In the

Head

Man

You are

An awesome 

Poet

Artist

Musician 

Actor

People don’t 

See It

People are

Afraid 

Of you

People are

Afraid 

Of

Greatness 

People don’t 

Believe 

In Greatness 

They believe in

Paper things

Paper currency

Paper

Emotions

Paper

Laws

Paper

Religions 

Paper

Lives 

Man

You are

Powerful 

Compassionate 

And Wise 

People don’t 

See It

People Won’t 

See It

Until

The very End

Comes crashing down

And shifts their frowns 

Upside

Down

Atrophied Wings 

​Blue yellow 

Haze 

People cheer 

Before 

A

Self proclaimed 

Martyr 

Demigod 

Life is not

Easy 

Nothing is

Ever

Certain 

Smokeless 

Sky 

Smoke 

Your 

Pride 

Extend those 

Atrophied 

Wings 

Extend ’em 

High 

People need to stop 

Stop exhaling 

Start inhaling (loving thoughts)