george carlin: the brilliant, cyncial and analytical genius

Love how he picks apart the nuances of our society, always pointing out how self-important we all are and delivering us a dose of healthy perspective. And his rants are hilarious...

and don't you forget your heart beats 900 times each and every day

a city situated in the corner of all things

bliss

we are all liars of the most magnificent kind

The only real thing is the matter in the mind

It matters much, as much as you make it matter

All this matter permeated through your eyes

Swallow all you see and project reality back at me

Brains can’t differentiate between imagined worlds

And those that happen every day in the outside, cold

Serving one’s self is our cardinal rule

We’ll trick ourselves 

We deceive,                     to believe that it is real

To be real is to be the essence of all things

Purposes found and destinies fulfilled

In the randomness of our consciousnesses

One should never claim so sure…

Desires conspire to hijack plans

Importance holds true for now and never more

Memories past, clash with the present’s gifts

Can’t wait to unwrap 

Forgotten

               My mind state

                                       Before now

I can’t. I won’t and why should i

Drones of identical souls without goals 

They bear arms, armed with ammunition, aimed at my heart 

Perfected a target so easily, so carelessly

I don’t understand why and why should i

A girl with love to give, more than all the water in the sea

An intention, genuine

Always dismissed, shit

They say, or do they, why would they

I want what i have to give, nobody wants it but me

Cuddling in my own arms, my sinking sweet aroma

I don’t even want to share, you don’t care

Malicious as intent may be or not be

Feels like a million targets stuck all over me

i wear

"We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all."

I feel this. I have been thinking lately, no more than usual, but differently. Trying to articulate the reality I’ve so sheepishly slid into lately is like trying to describe color to a blind person. The lens through which I see the world around me, and the cognitive processes that confuse and contort all information and make it mean something, have changed. I am taking in the world with a deep, all encompassing inhale, letting it move throughout my being. Exhaling with ease because I know all this is a manifestation of my mind--  My mind has been really good at playing tricks on me, inviting a guilty conscience, convinced you are all out to get me. I see new colors.

Wise ones know that what you once pined for so desperately will lose its magnificence the second it becomes yours. I thought it was all I wanted. I did want it. I did need it. Why it feels so comfortable before it ever felt scary is perplexing me. I am upside-down, not quite right-side-out. Or maybe everything is right. I feel calm.. worry is a wasteful vice that I discard each night when I close my eyes. Fear is a state-- completely useless and hindering at best. Positivity is starting to feel worn in and comfortable to put on daily. It used to feel like wearing a heavy box as a mini dress and trying to dance. I watched others maneuvering so swiftly. I looked at myself. I shrugged.

dreaming of a life that lets you dream

In the absence of dreams i sleep heavy and sound-
Bleak states of blank thought swirl all around-
Seems that my third eye tripped up, forgot how to see-
The two looking forward hold no answers for me-
You see i'm one of those types always trying to understand-
But the puzzle is too puzzling to assemble with my hands-
I shut my eyes and want to rocket to the moon-
Talk to my creators, ask them what to do-
All eternally perfect beings busy masquerading as fools-
Shed your ego and breath in love, we are all one-
Chasing dragons as we run under the same sun-


Last night i slept so hard i couldn't feel myself-
Closest i can come to coming close to death-
Not another day of this lifeless routine-
A brain under-stimulated forgot how to dream-


I know what i love most, not many of us can say-
For me it's that completely sane moment where i know everything's okay-
Maybe if we all knew this feeling we'd be walking with less wounds-
And less shame for how we slave to prove we're better than you-
Crowds gather daily to drink the cool aid-
It goes straight to the heart, pumping out hate-
Life stresses out your sanity, ties your knowledge up in knots-
Forces you to disregard your organically grown thoughts-

I am not yet infected from that shot that they all got-

the boy in my life says to me..

I'm perfect!
Imperfect, as much as any man is
And make mistakes
as much as any man can
Evolve a way away from any other man
And...
Miss my misses, her hands
Her hair, strands stranded, swell
Her smell, and her kisses
A milli, A milli
A million miles away
In this land of a million malls
I hate the mall
I hate them all
I see her smile in the shades of the sunset
a struggle to sleep
if only to dream
counting on mackenzie instead of sheep