Rant

i screamed a bunch of truths you couldn’t handle from the mantle stand till the earth stands still tilted. yea i filled this with the littlest of pick me ups so put me down i don’t wanna be like charlie brown fiending….. No an independant revolution  of the mind full of mindfullness, i used to mind untill these criss crossed existences stitches a glimpse or twitch of it

I became my turn of page towards the brave sage filled with may day cheer.

So little mayflys come near and swarm me 

Well said the newborn nebula, 

I dont wanna be a droplet

 or a goblet of beer 

wheres the sunshine? ive got one unwound mind to rewind and it keeps coming untied and swelling over 

i wanna hide or ;perhaps relapse perhaps off track… i was just backtracking for my friend, a pedal pusher. With my medal of honor me then on with me…. i only wanna be a peace prize loriet born for the lore of it forward with an innocent teeter tattering tower of a flowers will. Just keep thinking how i used to be the easy kill….. 

I just keep thinking 

that i used to be the easy kill 

but now and then?! 

i never will, and that’s the problems epitome . No thats the power of a weepig willows will. that is the mana of a man i really want to be a season of freezing fleeing like a flea.
So they tell me i sing wrong

i swing and and i write wrong,

i fight and live life wrong

well maybe  just maybe crazy 

the issue is i think wrong.

How can one think wrong?

Or be wrong? We all bumble humbly regardless of the artistry

I set my own direction

 i dont need any exception until i confess that the stress is my vest and the chest is compiled higher than the fliers up where i couldnt reach out toward a compassionate cloud oh how i need to be free like the breeze in the trees and creeps in the steeply steeped seeps that ill sleep write into. singing one two are you done dude? you’ve always been the rudist nuddhist or the  illest buddhists fucking clueless blue faced bitch who would snitch me out. What would you have me think about right now? i fight for the right how my fingers seem to jerk the jerk and theres no controlling or consoling consoles on till the break of dawn spawn something crazy crowned carnage is the hardest rifle to shoot. So I blew it off an outwar like a dandelion. Or a dandy lion. And so i stifled my soup and brewed the brew that they wanted me to. the storm is brewing in the brewery and the whole things new to me im suppossed to bling bling like jewlery? ill make a fool of me. I rant for the goon and the ghouls and for the acquisition or grueling tools I’ve just came across I laid my name a cross crucified but at least I tried lied down in the thick of a ditch and the stars displayed a play that I’ve related to all my ominous audience. I guess the problem is this luminous doomsday but who’s to say if beauty is well dispelled only time will tell. For earth I’ll find compassion regardless of the darkness of whichever cave I dwell. 

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