August 2009 Entries
The link between Beauty and selfishness Is undeniable
I’m just a single celled soul Selling myself to the system
Add support to the thought That we ought to know about
Sustain an entertain meant to be For then You shall see
The scale of value is monetary An inventory of material worth
Vibration, this earth is alive And if we are to survive We must revive our rustic ways
It works without feeling stealing its pride, if you try and hide you will fall wide of the Marx
Bring out the schizophrenic blocker, a bit of a shocker, the name dropper, knocker on the door
Time emiT
It out
Not in
And then
When
You wake
You take
A day off
Forever..
A train of thought
Brought about by our
Doubt what we think
Is the link between
The mean and the lean and the dream
We seem to be independent
But if we try to go it alone
We are redundant
Encumberant, itinerantly
Coterminiously drifting like
An extra space between words.
In an extra space between worlds
I go there, come with me and see
Possibility as a poet tree.
Culture is cream, the stream of consciousness that cuts through the rock face of fantasy, fantastic fortune finds no home in homogeneity. I hold forth, for my illusion was my grace, a race that rid me of revolting retribution, the infusion was forced upon an unending idea of communication wire. Without the dreams of the open-minded, fact is confided rather than risk it being derided.