Bummer

there are no dreams coming true,

no silver lining

nor pot of gold

i have followed the rainbow

i have boldly tripped 

along the yellow brick road

and the trip doesn’t go like in the movie

what you seek 

isn’t just ”right where you are”

it’s nowhere

because the problem 

is the seeking

in the first place

the wanting, the longing

that’s the flawed premise we all start with

the feeling of incompleteness

of “if i only had this or that

or lived under such and such conditions...

i would be alright.”

and the truth is

we are NOT alright

we are NOT

alright

and that longing never goes away

and that separateness

never ceases

and the useless pointless 

nature of existence

never stops hurting

we only grow accustomed 

to the pain.

Stop Making Sense II

blank, that’s what i start and end with

all the jumble i fill my mouth with

my life,

my environment

the books, and movies

theories and meaningless

philosophical discussions

all add up to

sifting dust

through a sieve

no point

no substance

to fill the time 

maybe

to distract

definitely

because this blankness

is so easy

that it takes constant concentration

it is the effortless

constant effort

to come back

to nothing

where something can begin

and be made.

am i making sense?

i know there is no combination of words

that can add up to sense.

only nothing

has meaning

only silence makes music

only laughter

can heal tears

only death

can make life a reality

only love can illuminate darkness.

the Devil is at hand

waiting for his dark evil chance 

to separate

even those who would be allies

and it is we

who are not diligent

who take a wrong turn

and suddenly miles down the road

wake up

crying

from a nightmare

we just made real

by our lack of attention

by our willingness to be lead

instead of walk firmly

with purpose

with decision

with direction

er str do bulnrtsnlr

do humsn

do frsg

yo yhr vsll

yhsy vomrd gtom eiyhin

do vlodr

snf slmody insufinlr

i sm dsf yofsy

vsn hou hrst mr vsllinh`/

 i nrrf `you

nrrf vomgoty, vondolsyion

nrrf s ntrsk

nrrf domr yimr

nrrf yo trvobrt

nrrf yo grrl, grrl

yhsy yhrtr’d domryhinh i sm hrtr got

sd i grrl mydrlg bsnidh

sd i gnyidixr mydrlg s million milrd

gtom yhr psin vhokinh my yhtosy

see, it makes no sense.

nothing

only nothing,

makes any sense

at all.