ok… whiz bang post right here…
an honest,
very few holds-barred attempt
to wring out an understanding of
my basic essence…
and ultimately i’m just trying to stop the post teaser from giving away too much… so finally
i’ll also say
that there’s a wild nugget from
rock’n'roll history to listen to as well… so give a click… take a second out of your busy day and see if there is something here worth reading… finite jester

all i’ve got is a quest to somehow record
these random moments of existence
as they keep spinning out
around me

and mere words
these carefully haphazard reflections
of
past time/space imagery
will always fade
as i try to press them into…

well, this
whatever this is…
personal… (if i lie)
collective… (if i dream)

ok… so…
indeterminate existence
somehow beyond the time-space
of a moment where i got

audacious enough
to pretend to confront

what it was…
that my…
self-understood examinations of….
hmm….

whatever this,
that thing currently driving this time-space,
that occasionally drives me to words
and often drives me to drink,
is trying to accomplish
here…

yep…
here

and the cognoscenti know what i mean

landfill lyrics
moments of soaring joy

sea-gulls swoop by and grab a nugget,
bringing it up
towards destruction
which looks alot like ascension
to the cognition
stranded in refuse
and refusing to dream

and there are moments when
all i want to do is scare people

shock them

out of their standard parameters
out of their carefully designed
sense of self

i guess at some point i have to admit
that it will never make sense

i could ascend to the soap-box
for the thousandth time,
and make eye-contact
with you

yep; you…

just you and no-one else

and it will never make sense

because i stand here
you stand there

and so long as either one of us
are convinced that we are right

understanding
can never occur

semantics is how we dance
necessary fundamental part of existence
otherwise differentiation that enables perception
cannot be.

no you v. me

no world…

it’s sad that it all boils down to the battles
the different perspectives
that become important enough
to spill all that blood
which has written history

wouldn’t it be funny if there where
exactly…
42 questions
that were essential to understanding life etc…

and they were set in an archetype of understanding
i see as a prayer wheel

just spend a moment
dreaming up your mind as a rodent
chasing after some golden nugget
spinning a wheel
that makes a sort of electricity
your mind is unable to grok

sorry…
but no matter how hard you try
the essence of that
is not going to be understood
in terms our wordily world-driven
senses will ever get

and
because i cannot stop trying to
understand this fundamental question…
i can’t figure out what to do…

there is a pause…

talking plant says…

make more prayer wheels

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