Life Lessons

With the knowledge I posses,
And using the tools at my disposal,
I am sad to report,
there is no hope for any of us.

No hope,
Past the task
of being human.
existing until we die.
(expecting all along)
extreme emotions,
punctuated by boredom, giggles,
and the occasional suicide attempt.

Slow motion

Slow motion freak-out,
happened so damn fast.
Had too much time to think,
of the nothing that could help,
or the anything that could save
all of us from screaming
at the nothing in our minds…
so we laughed all night instead.

Never thought I’d miss the heat

It is on days such as today
Gray days
Obituary days
That I think the most
And lose my mind
in these thoughts.

Having to count each breath,
To regain my sense of self,
And not worry about the end.

Wayne

We’re getting towards the end now

Funny how different we are
can be
and continue to be getting.

And I have been told
that some have foreseen
and others are beginning to assume
that we don’t even know
one another anymore.

Perpetual Groove @ Langerado 06'

Something seems Suspiciously Familiar

Again we meet up…
(with her again)
In the middle of nowhere
On a road not familiar
With no one around
for miles each way.

And thoughts bubble up
To their place in the mind
How many times before this…
This had to have happened

For I know her too well
For it to be just this once,
And I could tell
From the get go,
We had met before.

Scents and Scentsations

I am fascinated by the smell
Permeating my epidermis
Some days I think I can smell soup,
Others I’m sure it’s death that’s a wafting.
Usually though, the scent is full of memories,
And I’m somersaulted into an ecstatic trance,
Lasting only long enough to convince me to repeat,
Eyes darting,
Always hoping no ones looking,
As I slowly inhale,
And remember nothing I can distinguish.

Lickety Split

Book Junkie (for R.A.W.)

One
line
at
a
time
he
shoots
for
the
soul
of
the
mind.

Debugging Information

These chemicals in my brain
dripping
oozing
replicating
as natural as me.
Tearing at me
ripping me apart inside,
causing me to die inside
slowly and deliberately.

Dying –
the one function
I can promise to carry out
without fail.

Quickly enough to make
me aware of the whole ordeal,
to stare him in the face
and watch him change,
slowly enough to allow
me to recall
every smile revealed.

I shout from my sleep,
We must expose this foe!

Awake,
this mind of mine –
dragging and screaming
allegations through the mud,
tickling and whispering
obscenities in my ear.
Quietly, though I hear
all that they say:

“This has been a travesty
for all those,
in contact with the facts”

and the end is near.

The Black Crowes Chris Robinson

Chris Robinson

Scientist

I am empowered by the atom
or
my ability to split it.

And you fear me
for my needle precision.

high

howling madly at passing cars,awake by the side of the road.

Cars flying by
The side of the road…
Seem to Shout
“shoe” as forward they go.

To begin,
Using the knowledge you’ve
Acquired
About the desert,
and other assorted dry, hot things,
It should come as no surprise,
That after the cacti and this heat,

I chose,
The side of the road …
A solid chunk of brown sugar sand
That contray to looks,
still tastes like regular old sand
as the only safe place
on this whole concrete planet.

Taste buds defeated,
My mind decides to move on.

Though while advancing…
And to my dismay…
I began graphically illustrating that…
Running from life,
no matter in which direction…
Instantly becomes
harder,
as soon as you’ve begun.

And remembering
that movement requires energy,
I stared at my pedals pleadingly.
Thinking that…
If only I could move these feet,
For even a foot,
I would convince
These questions to quiet.

To stop asking things like…

”How long
can I possibly stand here
wondering just how long
I can possibly stand here. “

Mind made up,
Determined to progress,
I move forward,
While above me,
the heat conspires with the sun,
To draw beads from my head…
effectively targeting and eliminating
every drop of liquid
It could squeeze out
from within.

And now,
My body aching.
Sponged dry after all this time,
I’ve come to realize
the sun overhead
is the only evidence I have
of today’s progression.

Further shocking revelations;
if time trusted calculations
Were correct,
it seemed that only seconds
had actually passed,
and I began fancifully envisioning
that cars would soon
follow.

My mistake,
Failing to envision the part,
Where one of them actually stopped.

Standing,
Sweating…

In only a few minutes,
What felt like long hours
Had passed
In the sky,
Revealing,
Light dwindling away…
I sat on the ground
My book to the sun,
And with no real plan to follow,
began to read… again.

I read until my eyes complained;
Their needed light had quietly gone,
And thus they refused to work anymore.

Blind,
With darkness overhead,
Book somewhere snug
Feet on the sand,
I walked again.

Walked…
only
Because I couldn’t read anymore.

Then,
In weakness,
And considering empathy…
I stopped at daybreak.
Thinking someone would stop.

Time passed,
eyes began to read.

Truthfully,
I took my time spent reading
as an implicit indication,
Being quietly offered,
That apparently,
I was unwanted.

Which resulted in,
my sleeping,
standing up,
on the side of the road,
till the Morning arrived,
when I awoke…
tired but smiling.

Though later,
Still alone,
Smile straightened
I hungrily gorged on sleep.

Predictably though,
My meal was
Only occasionally interrupted by
Those screaming “shoes”…
And I never found a stopper.

With dusk arriving …
And to express my frustration,
I Began
howling madly at passing cars.

And to my surprise,
I’m here,
still awake
on the side of the road.