Weird dream juice

Yea, I’m not sure if I want to look into that.It’s like, sometimes there is no grand symbolism hidden in the wake of your idleness. Sometimes it’s just about being pragmatic in your endeavors. Your subconscious isn’t just going to let you gloss over the way you really feel. Really. It will externalize itself. It wants to be known.So I’m not trying to avoid that, no I’m just practicing a little bit of self preservation. I usually just wait until the rattle snake bites but I’ve never really appreciated venom like this…and I don’t want to see the fighter in me take the reigns. I don’t want to lose the chance to find my third axis. How can I project myself with out perspective. I am just a frame of reference and I need to let go of that. You learn different things from different people I guess you’re right. Or is this just to say we all fuck differently. There are no “bad” combinations I suppose and jealousy is just a waste of mental capacity, but it’s not just me. As far as I can tell you want to burn my world to make yours simpler. But I don’t actually believe that for a second. I have no real ties to this place in time and I just want to be special. I just want to fall asleep with an unclenched jaw for once. Somehow there’s always a burden to bear as if I’m locked in a hot box with the sun beating down on some semblance of self respect I keep buried in this liquid deprivation. How is that I’m operating at this capacity when the world around me struggles to keep their shoes tied. I don’t mean to be so ruthless, and I don’t need to be so seamless. It’s about balance child. It’s about keeping your grounding while learning to take flight. Don’t lose grip on this sinking ship. It was just one night, just one speckle on the frontier of the plasmic face of our tangled universe.

Body Wilt

I love my mind
I love my spirit

out comes the body and

I never could endear it. I embellished all but self,
I never would endure it, I disregarded my own shell
So who’s steering?

I found me fearing the worst.
I’ve been breaking my own back.
I’ve been raking over my own tracks
I’ve been faking my own last chance
Only capable of the let go. The release but never grasped back.

All these facts water-falling  from my backpack.

They’d never grasp that: I was the wide eyed child stuck in the glass capped between some type of sentimental dreamscape of oneirology and this string of consciousness called society. With sobriety lingering like a sick joke…Shutup, go to sleep. I was a lucid spirit… I never expected you would follow me. That’s just the name of my game so hallowed be…

I’ve thought that life was only pretty in the pitch black. Pity that, that id act so nitty gritty  in my camouflage. Flawed fawn awaiting for the break of dawn. Someone please release me from the rat race. I can’t face that I might not just be faceless.
I’m not sure that I can take this.

But when we let warm wet embrace of love in, life can be a precious instrumental.

So detrimental, Have been these Eve’s upon my mental.

I’ll be the stencil you be the pencil. Lift me off the page and let’s just let go.

I’m just trying to be special and I swear I will.

I just wanna be helpful, without being made out to be the easy kill.

There’s a difference, y’all treat me like an idiot. Acting like you took it when I gave you it.

Shit that’s shitty you people must be kidding but your not. So my thoughts got caught in the place between two locked knots and shot down.

Once again I’ll be the sad clown just let the makeup stream dreams downs my ugly face. No time to waste I’ll be significant the day the Suns finally set setting.

What aren’t you people getting?

Gratifications not enlightenment. Not centering not a blessing but undressing skin to let the serpent in. I’m crowning now I can’t hold me down. I’m blooming through I won’t let me down.
I’m all mud and blood and sweat and anguish.
Rugged love and childish faces, perfect steps on wilted pavement. And I just want to be released from this gutter of insubordination. Life is beautiful and yet we choose to make it ugly with the taking consumption the fighting the fucking the no ones ever gonna let the love in then they sit and say “the world is made of stuffing” when they’ve never even grasped another.

Your suffering Is no idol, you are not unique in your pain. You think the world revolves around the little cogs inside your brain.

Shame on these little boys and girls never made to vibe in the tribe. Currently the currency’s the reason your alive and that’s brutal. Let me rebuttal for all the troubled folk.

Tomorrow is a joke, today is a hoax.

I’ll be posted in the corner with my cloak and some shit to smoke. As the smoke rises, my Crimson intuition guides and hides this hide, watch my blood drip……My emerald energy encompasses the surroundings in a profound way I am the ethereal seer that we all have the power to cling on to. Find your martyr is he in there look a little harder. Take less give more be productive, because we’re fucked and tucked in to say goodnight when it isn’t right. Poverty will lead this revolution. And I  won’t let my soldiers down. I’m hungry, and if I ever find a sacred place to lay this aggression I’ll agree with it. No if ands or butts to smoke so I’m toking I’m smoking in second chances, third fourth, fifth. Stop clogged chakra with only my mantra to offer. I was hoping that you’d see the light before I brought the dark, but that’s just too much to ask. It would be all too much to touch the wise-mind in time…and why’s mine any better. I am drowning in these interactions. My noisey optics shroud my judgement and I resent what I can feel through this diffraction. steadfast with compassionate actions. compared to the smeared faces of entitlement.

I AM NOT LIKE THAT

I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL IN FORM…AND AM NOT NORMAL. Oh but I can will it, or will my body wilt?

~Prof. Mayfly

The Bug Collection (Video)

Show the prince of anxiety some love, and check out my collection of bugs.

this is some wierdness from the depths of my sober conscious. please enjoy.

 

BlissFull Desperation

As a poet, i can see this blissful desperation.

A pulsing declaration of ones regimented tranquility.

It is not vivid in its integrity, but that is what makes it so flagrant.

That means, I’ll probably never see the rift upon the horizon.

And Perhaps I won’t ever shift past my own, and into you….

I am in limbo

I am insistent that this instance is in sense and not too senseless,

yet not to sense less, but be mindful.

I just want you to be happy like a stick in the mud but I’m stuck on me and can’t move past that.

i am indistinguishably communal and somehow aggressively dreadful….

No i AM a lover first, but a fighter too.

that is the reverence of a twin soul, and i don’t feel brittle friend

you can bend me backwards, and i always snap back,

backed by the final back-flash and the rat pack.

They Love me in the gutters

I’ve always repped the rugged and the tunnel folk and you

You say i couldn’t quite get it, but this is art, what is left to get?

why are you attempting to attach some sort of quality to expressionism?

I’m more than aware of the fact that im riddle with mistakes

and I know you would have it fixed… but it’s not about broken reparation

Its about Trance, this is about consciousness

Dance

This is about decoding my inner complexities and festerings

I can feel this tension growing that i’d like to let go of.

But heavy is the head that wears the crown

Weary are the shoulders that bear the pounds.

Bearing is the heart that holds it down

and a closed throat brokers if you’ll hear me now

~Prof. MayFly

Subtle Self (stream of Consciousness)

So here’s the official Subtle Self post. It’s actually been on my soundcloud for some days now.

I wrote this song with the intention of exploring self. It is meditative in it’s essence and stream of consciousness. The rough lyrics are posted below as well as in the soundcloud link. I write my lyrics very quickly and only very loosely adhere to them as a guideline so please bear with any mistakes. (as i’d hope you’d do for any of my posts).

Mind is but the self, so minus self to find your subtle self. because mine is but the subtle self, so mine is self.

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/subtle-self

Lyrics

It’s not supposed to be something you dress so desperately just get undressed with me and I’ll express the recipe. The rest address and leave I think ill press retrieve reluctant reflections of self on the rampant running river. Imminent perfection is this the drugs or just a dancing dripping dinner. So stay for supper that state of lovers when he looks in her eyes and says I only want to explore each other. Adore each before the door uncovers you to you who’s flowing down the line. Of time is spindling they say it’s dwindling I say I think I’m in again.

But now they say I flow liked Tao they say I ying and yang so call me ugly call me lovely it’s all just one the same. Fangs for serving serpents or maybe I’m just an urchin or maybe I’m expressing a deep dive as a spectacular diversion. But if you say we reincarnate and now I’m not really arguing. But are you in the right to paint it like your coming bak as you and you looking back at you experiences self, but I think you scatter  and disperse and energys everywhere else. Your culminate all of this karma to be reincarnated back in the picture the bigger picture. And sure I think it’s possible to remember a past life, but fuck yo that’s a rarity. Coulda been a deity from light years away in a galaxy. Coulda been a space prince coulda been a mountain lion coulda been I speck of dust laughing through it’s space in time. But just trust realize it’s all fine it’s doesn’t matter till it matters if it’s material and you still feel the same because you realize in real life every emotion truly comes from you. You’re energy won’t stop experiencing because your in a loop it’s never done with you. So just have fun because it’s all fun and were all in love with you. And I’ll provide the ones and twos I’ll be one to swoop you into the nation of notions that oh were like a potent ocean each wave of the whole but it’s all relative and were all relatives , every moment can last eternity and eternity is just a flash. Heaven and hell in your last moments well are you feeling bad or are you feeling glad you if you flowed like a rogue or if you rose flames and bestowed wrath. Check out that that’s your own path. You have to own that open your eye and know that, you’ve got a long way to go till you’re recycled. So embellish yourself. You fixate on the visible spectrum and throw tantrums when you can’t understand. I can’t stand to misunderstand they all call me a knowledgable man. And why yes I am because I understand. That everything differs from everything at a level that’s exponential and infinite. But at the same time we are just threads of a rope or pieces of the same mind held together in a web of consciousness and and consequence, that butterfly theory. But to be a butterfly is really to say. Shhhhh dark spirits and they all fade away. You can’t ignore that world, of spirits and ghosts it isn’t a hoax but you’re not exactly meant to comprehend, but when you know you know tho. So don’t worry if the image is blurry. Don’t fret if you can’t even see it yet, just remember to have fun hold good intent and try not to hurt someone. All is one and you’re gonna be fine

Hush

 

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/hush

Lyrics:

Let’s talk about love no let’s talk about lust hush little girl don’t always talk like a gun I said hush little boy don’t always talk with ya blunt. Huh, clenched fist splintering tide pool minnowing, tryna grow up can’t see there’s a baby in all of us. And the child in me is the only one with any courage
responsibility thats cowardice hiding in the dark I’m a flower kid how’s this ever gonna be fun you need sun Hun. I’m so special I’m silly. My personalitys gon kill me. my professional future looks like building buildings. Or least making buildings not fall. Yea right imma make my contribution pay the debts off and I’m done peace out. I was nice to me all of y’all and I’m glad I helped. But I’ll be working on my music from here on out so hear me out. This might get a little louder will you hear me shout would you let me pout you know I always get like that. I’m here I’m there I’m everywhere and suddenly I’m back I’m back so don’t worry…. I wrote this track with intense intentions album coming fall so pay attention.  Don’t mention me when the day is done. Ill progress fill tall glass snag hall pass smoke all class head back for lunch becuae I just remember I packed captain crutch. Then we dance till we see the sun. Come on ppl am I the only one. I think I’ll walk off the edge of earth but first one curse you’re all deathly hollow. Mind state altered, I assume I’ll be take under by the undertoe who knows

I sai don’t fuss when we talk about trust and don’t trust when drank a few cups shutup! Hush little girl don’t act like your crushed  said hush little don’t always act like your fucked. Blush like your impaired by embarresed Ferris wheel experience you could see the fairest princess below this will be day that I say hello.
Um hello how are you.
I’m perfect fellow who are you
I’m your night in shining armor
You look more like a farmer
Actually I’m a working man I work my ass for the scraps I can. I have a little land and I thought maybe I’d land you this awful offer. Will you take my hand and well one day prosper.
Dear god that’s a joke bloke approaches with those clothes barely knitted probably never washed either you stupid or sick or you can’t see the tiara. Don’t you know my father is the dean I oxford you probably uneducated too. Get away from my space boy I’m sick of you oooooo

Suttle stories for the bored and boring. One day soon let the world adore me. Tell then I’ll keep preforming alone in my room. She said I love you but you’re no my type he said I love you so take of te rights she said I need you but just not tonight. He said now tht that’s through I’m off good night. She said I can read but I need you’re light. I said I’ll be staying dim till the times right I’m waiting for the limelight

Hush little girl don’t always talk like a gun hush little boy don’t have act like you’ve won Hush little girl don’t have to surrender to touch. Hush little boy don’t have tally your fucks. Hush little girl I know emotions can suck  hush little boy plenty of Time left for love hush little girl hush little boy, hush hush hush hush hush hush…..