Love

Love conquers all doesn't it, atop a pedestal at golgotha, there for all to see, for its sake each man a figurative Ulysses on his odyssey, the unsung heroes, family guys, run of the mill homers at prime time, the grinders that skipped crime, ducked the lime light, faded to grey and then black, not long after their prime, made peace with the fact that things take time, or rather that time takes things, its no wonder the caged bird sing sings.

Narcissus

One track mind, trying to step back into the future, a farther now, in the fourth dimension, a life appraised and deemed worthy of an honourable mention, chest puffed out in anticipation you would think I had hypertension, thats just my ego ready to soak up (praise) rays,  help I ascend these parentheses, stack chlorophyll for emphasis, I guess you could call it photosynthesis. Gassed off an offchance, thats just me running on E, right? you cant cash potential, or maybe im just a bruised ego turned primal, convinced I understand and could circumvent the forces that caused the great depression, and that my I.D. And initials would perchance purchase adulation.

The mind

Robust and fragile all in the same vein the mind is a wondrous thing,

On legs of thought, the more it wanders, it inevitably stumbles upon hidden foot paths,

Some long forgotten, others freshly worn, 

Even on star lit nights as the old adage goes, theres nothing new under the sun

Bright or seemingly in a haze, dazed and incoherent,

Flagrant and superfluous or concise to a fault

Under the guise of folly at times vaulting over the sarchasm

If only for a moment, raising man and setting him apart from beast

Churning over every sensory feast, ad infinitum 

In idle attempts to obtain sustenance from its cud

A world within a world.

Independence?

Food security and cd4 counts, my people out here worried bout dinner,
and glycoprotiens, forget whose rims is cleaner
As the world moves forward, we regress like spinners
Man its cold in the warm heart
50 years on I'm thinking nature/nurture did we miss out on the good start?
Or is it innate and we just lack heart?
Can we still play the victim? ain't it based on merit this system?
A generation of degenerates, is it all just a symptom?
At this rate, i rate an Arab spring is inevitable, soon we'll be irate
That's without thanks to the interest or tax rates
They cashgate and flee scot-free never castigated
Shhh hush, atleast we investigated
In the future I see this one percent investing in gated communities
Elitism, forget unity
Sell us drugs, it wouldn't make cents to sell immunity, or a cure
And I'm here talking pharmaceuticals to girls whose biggest worry is their nail cuticles,
smiling after that manicure, like yeah babe those look beautiful.

Pots of Gold

Chasing pots of gold at the ends of rainbows
Grow up, don't do primary colours, its got to be beige
Grin on my face when I read that, still it gave me the blues
But my dreams too strong, what they write feels wrong
A mind to scale the empire state, I'm primal i'm King Kong
Shift my weight I tip the balance my way with no wedge, wage?
Ptsd a symptom of this war, rage, a vet on my 3rd tour
Infatuated with the process, the hustle, mi amor
With an intent to see my progress graphed resembling Moore's law

What I believe

I would rather live, believing that everything is a miracle
I guess you could call that spiritual
Sans the habitual ritual
That's lost its zest, and is practically recited in jest
Cold turkey, I itch and I scratch, as if missing a drug I used to ingest
Many a night my mind protests
Figures it all for naught, a nihilist in my darkest recesses
The feeling of emptiness only more acute, with attempts to fill the void with life and its excesses
Surely this doesn't account for modernity in all its complexity
In my search for an identity
I couldn't overlook our proclivity for faith, I don't believe we start and restart for eternity.

Clearing out my mind

It has been a minute since the last time i blogged, so my mind is obviously dust clogged gotta do some spring cleaning, I know its barely fall. on the real everything's on the up and up i cant seem to be able to quit the melodrama though i guess after the highs and lows that have been my 26years on this earth i've become quite the cynic eyes closed on the scenic route i chose, i can smell the roses but wont believe it till i see them, once i get out the other end of the tunnel. There are days i wake up and get to bugging mind buzzing overthink on overdrive gets me shaking my head hoping wishing shit came with an owners manual sometimes forgetting to switch gear, i'd rather this were automatic i know i know, its never that easy though, and we all know how easy go, on the edge of sanity far too often, guard down, far too open, its no wonder i feel so insecure, body language steady switching cocky and then demure, borderline bipolar, and then there's her i'd really like to get to know her, explore her mind and body, seal the deal take her soul, the final score win win zero game but that's game theory, really time i took this stuff past theory. lol I guess its business as usual obviously chaotic but never mindless i should probably use my mind less.