#Philosophistication


Out of my mind, out of my mind.
In a box cuddled by the dark,
follow the stream of consciousness,
ride the ark, follow the waves to
wherever the promised land we
shall reside, embark to a place where
hellhounds are meant to bark,
flash my pages into a drainage pipe.
Aging lumps of sentient dust,
I've grown too frail and too odd
to analyze the grains of your grime,
to marvel at your form when it rains
and you become mud, I've been a
child dancing around the anthill,
toenails inhabiting your filth, you've seen the
path I walked...from a plain sight,
the wailings you heard through the
perspective walls, through the words
you heard my bones and joints coil,
cover me with tinfoil, the life I give
words needs to ooze less, I've been
sighing out forms, I've been creating
Frankensteins through verbal gore,
god or peasant of lore, destroyer of
laws, Friedrich Nietzsche deformed,
Sigmund Freud facing symptoms of
libido loss, meditative rigid thoughts,
dementia stricken moth, feeding on
anything; I've entered the seventh
floor where theses are mere expressions
of everyone's chaos, where you lose
meaning and meaning loses your thoughts,
loosen the screws, bring hammers and nails,
restructuring of the self, lost in a mirage,
voluntary blindness from both the
matrix and the true context, detached
from all, marvel at everyone's fall,
call the coroner or the caretaker;
we're everywhere at the end of time,
splattered everywhere, bloody and all,
ideas and thoughts leaking out,
screamers have awakened us.
Sin a scene of seeing other people's
nakedness, the Godhead searches
for your presence.

When prose or a poem seems lukewarm,
rather difficult to form a thought for,
that is the pathway to a truthful thought,
borrow me a lifespan to rewrite the
words that govern us all, in limbo
marvel at the crimson moonstone, this is the
Kremlin where we contemplate with
Kronos on chaos, crime and time,...