دگرگوني

angles artfully arranged, apparatus apparently caged and lost in a chain of painful thoughts while the sunspots of sincere smiles are spread miles apart, but don’t get disheartened there’s time for some lime and coconut, extend a crime halfway for a smoked cigarette butt. crumpled cringing and desperate, infringing on your own respite, it’s a self-induced hell pit but it’s so easy to break away. celebrate each day with a smooth exhale, let each groove in your brain prevail in its every waking impression and you’ll be fine. take your time. expression and oppression all in second person, mental evaporation worsens and rationality coagulates. sit back and attack the cynical yoke sac that blurred your vision in the first place, there’s always a worse case to misplace with a graceless face, however that’s too clever an endeavor for it to really be true and you’d know that without any flashbacks.

explosive responsive thrills that thunder outward with every blast that echoes from within the belly of the beast. gunslingers and misty horticulture guide one to a sacred state of contentment. and the Bodhi tree remains still as it rears and cultivates the chaos around it into a stable peace. like the still water in a dazzling clear lake whose face is interrupted sporadically by a glorious silver koi. how many have lost their minds? how many have collapsed into the quicksand of indifference and lost the flame that ignites that passion for change? and the green grass grows and the trees choke on the stagnant dioxide that govern their life-giving lungs and nobody can ever stand all the way up.

you don’t have to slouch and crouch down so low
lying and crying to fabricate a veil of growth
trying to climb high and drop a bomb on me
that you’re sure will reconstruct everything
it was almost scribbled with lucidity
each reaction a childish filigree
as if hell bent on getting me to say yes
no matter the cost of this harness
alas, woe is you, the sole of your shoe hits your face
and you’ve come to realize the utter disgrace
farther away than i had ever imagined
was an idealistic dream i decided to fathom
i guess i was wrong, and too long was i waiting
for someone to come along that would mean everything they were saying
our three thousand mile ties of wires and satellites
sustained our dwindling souls with affection so bright
caught up in the unsung aesthetics of a synergetic history
and losing such a necessary grip on reality
we weren’t even breathing in real time
it’s so hard to sum all this up in a rhyme
but i find in my mind it’s become an important thing
to recognize the value of a good ego stroking
and not only that
as a matter of fact
you furnished my mind with creative material
galvanizing the trust in my own idea serial
and you catalyzed an indescribable urge
to purge myself of indecision in one surge
of sweeping intensity, yeah it came so suddenly
and yet now
i am
free

the self seethes in the subtle sanctity of its own sacred sphere
unable to understand another’s words behind the bland reprimand, whose intended metaphysical message morphs into a monstrous miscommunication with such haste, loses itself in its own heartfelt concerns like a cistern of acidic rainwater. it’s brainslaughter. yet the mind can transcend, subtract the need to offend, and the atman shall effloresce with but a caress as would a nectary blossom choose to relinquish fear and release all its tears as Helios gently kisses its face. but will it stop self-obsessing long enough to feel the warm rays’ embrace?

jelly being belongs to an alien place, longs to sing songs sung in transgalactic hemispheres, practicing tactics to pioneer frontiers, drifting through a space-time rift, lifting spirits that slew their own gifts, like a divine bubble floating through endless oceans, teal brine with cobalt rubble promoting trendless motion. a fine notion, a potion for the brain, a profound explosion that could drive you insane, unless you’re ready, remain calm and steady, release palms and degrease the increased mind velocity, like a rabid raptor wriggling with fury. don’t let him win! he’ll fret and upset you, try to correct and subject you to a slue of complaints, a frightened ego malprepared for restraint. you don’t have to laugh and tease him, nor soothe and appease him. simple control of the normally droll beast, whose temper rises like a fast-acting yeast, when provoked or choked with concepts it would hate to accept, but you broke his alphamale complex with skills sharp and adept.