happy. it is terminology long, long lost. in through and out. one can make eye contact only so often when it is lacking. iness. there may be beauty. topical application should come with an instruction manual. a list of caveats. a rule book of sorts. a solid smile. with repetition decays into a vapid grin. soul much less. much much less. meaning nothing and delivering nothing. a message apparently lost in translation. over time and through the ages. legacy and knowledge. learned behavior. the mind jars and jangles. riveted by the capacity for limitations. limitless in ego and id. so this is it. this is the next. the myth is portrayed. the legend is lacking. but celebrate. exclaim. perpetuate. you are the punchline to your tragedy.
this. these things I miss. reading aloud alone to hear the fanciful voice of characters come to life. being the only living. breathing within four walls. absolute silence in the cityscape.
waking not to wake up but to acknowledge and respect the day. then pocket it an waste it away because it was mine to do with.
singing songs and sliding along the floor returning to a creative journey that took me nowhere and never needed completing. taskless except for thinking and processing. loneliness is an art form and an oft overlooked badge.
playing the same guitar notes over and over again. minute changes invoking subtle wrath when they just don’t sound right. pull offs and hammer ons into infinity. no songs need to be written. no score to be completed.
an audience and liaison into the looking glass. to see ones reflection in the mirrored edge only leads to questioning the relevance of tomorrow.
mortgage. retirement. career. adult situations carried out by children. old soul at fifteen. elder statesman at thirty. there is always more to learn. digest. process. but to what? myth. legacy. infamy.
what are you leaving? ask not. but for you are youngest immediately and older as you read on. bring forth another. disrupt tomorrow. or just move along. nothing to see here.
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wheeze. breathe. it is all in the game. gag. choke. cough it all up. loudly. obnoxiously. for the world to hear. same as your arguments. as your knowledge. backed by incoherent ramblings and data. same as before. same as the last. not even relevant in the nineteens. now it is decades past into the twenties and you’re gone. alone. solitaire.
in your eyes. someone saw something. then someone else. then something else. itching. scratching. waves and waves of snow falling off hot lava. the desert sand turning into blizzards. and down. and feeling down. working it off. working it out. solidifying content over compassion. is this rewarding? sad smiles. downward facing glances. the negativity is based around mounds and joys. the nays. the crimson. it is still there. it will always be there. snow from land. it’s a bitch.
the giant. tides displaced and dissuaded from goals and to goal. everything is an oyster. to be eaten. to be over indulged. the minority in this situation is that no was never said. origami dreams into over indulgent realities. thesaurus does indulgent no favors. when your shirt is a sail on sale. deep in the recesses of reality personalities exist below the stoked flame. lead up to leaders. shadows of success. deep, deep chasms exist in personalities and conflicts. the size is not in the specification. the mind isn’t in the medium. nor the message. wells filled with ashes from soiled days and relations.
temporal. this is this is this. time shifting around everyone. always moving forward except in the case of nostalgia. terrible story telling time as the children gather around. tomorrow is a day is today is yesterday.
postpone death. for a bit. for a chance at redemption. preemptive first strike. content over consumption. creation over contentment. lifestyles of the rich and the listless. tomorrow is the same unless it is made again. a force of change and to abstain. from the pursuit of happiness. from liberty. from life. objects only have the power you give them. same as hierarchies and respect. earn lest you yearn for it. cliches of eat or be eaten. violent opposition waits around the corner. preparation. experiences. loyalty and trust shall overcome fear. uncertainty. doubt. don’t be overlooked or forgotten. the legacy is waiting to be written. one away from mythological proportions. every second is an opportunity. embrace. embrace. embrace.
death. rumbles around inside a lot. looking at eyes. torsos. appendages. it’s not morbidity. it’s living. acknowledging life. wondering when the table will be empty. eating alone. thinking about life. love. the day when tomorrow ceases to exist. chicken. egg. the thought process is currently sound. it accepts input. bounces around internally. communicates. processes. internal dialogues are complex as they are simple. yet they exist. getting more and more data as the days progress. but one day. it’s coming. the day. when internalization will no longer be acceptable. the complicated nature of internal dialogues will cease to be productive. and then there will be a voice. it will speak. and it will answer itself. sad for that day. for anyone who has that day. the worst day. the day that remembrance is at stake. the day the king of pop is the king of rock and roll. and that makes sense. until told otherwise. the thing. the round thing. the blue thing. the city. when logic fails. when senses fail. when all else fails. you are your own truth. it’s either keep silent or start the internal dialogue. solitude. but who to pass the salt?
william. lying in wait. always. to take credit. to quash the naysayers. i fear one day he’ll truly be the ultimate alpha. where the kindess. the niceness. will be washed away forever. the balance will be gone. perfection out weighing the personification. one ups manship at its worst. stepping on heads and devouring souls. spirit. hearts. once by a beach. twice in a building. three times out of doors.
solidarity in smiles. in youthful glances with extreme elderly experiences. human nature molesting the human condition.
something sad. not necessarily specifically sadness. but saddened. again and again. being let down by a shit world. hope is worthless because it’s trying. disappointment. not even internally but on all the external forces that show through.
with shaded glances over gradient eyes. tears still drip down and around the face.
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