the challenge being to maintain this awkward place of frequent
imbalance, displaced by the constant shifting in the emotional sands,
and left to murder our own myths as the scope requires us in hind sight…
the shortcomings work the nerves with disgusting and rejected fervor, a
reckless restless heartbeat of broken and tired urges, and mocking the
wiles of the domesticated gist dedicated by the simplistic servile units
the world wants us to become… why hyde the syde that frees your mynd,
and these are the factors that tense and relax mutual respect for mind
and body as the dynamic forces ebb and flow through me, we are gradually
compacting into the earth as we naturally break down… digested by the
world in what seems to us like lifetimes all at once through varying
layers separated by a linear acceptance of what is… i have to confess up
to my fair share of the mess, though, i must realize that there is no
justification or good excuse in avoiding my responsible weight no matter
how i try to look inside of my heart… to disguise the problem still
just leaves the space for pain and guilt and epic wastes of energy… the
wheels of a mystical complex given to static claims in the conundrum of
real time haste… struck with trying to define for myself the definitions
that are already there, which we are all grinding away one at a time in
too many directions to count easily, and the seesaw sides flip left and
right as the progress narrows and then widens in bursts too quick to
capture the method to enslaved in anything but hindsight… when we are
seeing history lie to us all outright, we figure we can disapprove of it
the next half of the moment, but until then we are focused solely upon
the outcome… underneath the crevice of everyday simplicity, the start of
artistic resonance when it is already too difficult to gauge for an all
or nothing worthwhile reaction, and to all those people never met who
will be so into my vision once in stages of completion….I love you all…
even if we never visit again this rich and splendid foulmouthed fountain
called earth, i will champion this halfbreed attempt at humanity, but
only as the ephemeral mood has hit me in the burning candle of life….the
incandescence is bright and intense from inside, but once outside the
center of the flame, the universe might seem expansive quite objectively
to one with the eyes to see it from that distance… where the flame
resembles the calescence of our cosmic solar star game, and humanity
crawls upon but one planet circling graciously and pseudo-synchronously
with the other hulking masses still, waiting and influencing the drama
as it begins unfolding through us and the rest of the environment...
