Nobody Ever Checks the poetry section...wherever it is... so I ain't postin there
Craziness I can remember!
And this is an amazing thing
For the nodes of thoughts
That compose my memories
Are insanely dense
I have lived over a billion years in my mind
Daydreaming
Thinking
Loving
There is no end to the freedoms of the mind
Held back by neither space or time
The only limit is desire
And my desire to live in the so seemingly real unreal
Has Died
I am tired of sleeping
A sleep that has been my only escape
From the falsities of the chaos
That is the reality outside the mind
I am ready to face the false
Fight the fake forced forth from the other
Be it fake to me
Fake because of me
Or fake to them
For I am real
I think
And it is what I think that is me
Be it choice to think
Or simply thought
That which cannot be thought
Neither known or to be known
Is not
What is perceived is reality
And my reality is my own
As rare as the rarest that is each of us thinklings
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And here is a nasty one:
I sit smoking a ciggarette
Considering the ashes at my feet
Flakes of my life I throw away
But a tree speeks to me
It lets loose its own leaf
To brush by my smoking hand
As if to say
It is only natural for us
To lose bits of our life
To feed us latter along
The soul path.
