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right side brainwaves send mytic chemical emittance to left side fingers, willing me to create
visions of imortality and half-cocked concoctions leak out of my entangled mind
and the product of this, my struggle with the preception of my mindseye
what words allow me to express is too fragile for-
a pure radiation of conciousness, to describe the warmth of a sunny day when you're in love,
utter existance and the moment at which you realize that you are alive, these are the painstakingly planned partitions of my being
the unseen but all-felt subliminations I must try to relate in a way that you too may know what i feel, felt and am feeling
not by the details but in the ever present connection that we all share as wanderers in this strange land of misconception
I rely on the memories of the every onlooker to give my method meaning,
in a hope that relative to my description there is a part or phrase which connects my emotion with yours
and maybe you can gain even the smallest of insight or hope from a world which offers so little of either at times like these
I live to commune, with anyone with everyone, and what i can not give reason to, i hope that someone can.
for that is the essence of poetry in it's rawest essential, to show the interconnectedness of everyone and everything in the world
to let you know that while the conditions will vary, others have came to the same junctures, were faced with the same decisions.
You are not alone in the cosmic mindfuck, and others will lend their experience, and when then world looks brainwashed and backwards
i look to the stars and take comfort in that while apathy is the generally accepted facial cognition, everyone is just as afraid as i am sometimes, we're all just trying to make sense of this existance in which so little is clear.
and all the while
right side brainwaves send mytic chemical emittance to left side fingers, willing me to create.
visions of imortality and half-cocked concoctions leak out of my entangled mind
and the product of this, my struggle with the preception of my mindseye
what words allow me to express is too fragile for-
a pure radiation of conciousness, to describe the warmth of a sunny day when you're in love,
utter existance and the moment at which you realize that you are alive, these are the painstakingly planned partitions of my being
the unseen but all-felt subliminations I must try to relate in a way that you too may know what i feel, felt and am feeling
not by the details but in the ever present connection that we all share as wanderers in this strange land of misconception
I rely on the memories of the every onlooker to give my method meaning,
in a hope that relative to my description there is a part or phrase which connects my emotion with yours
and maybe you can gain even the smallest of insight or hope from a world which offers so little of either at times like these
I live to commune, with anyone with everyone, and what i can not give reason to, i hope that someone can.
for that is the essence of poetry in it's rawest essential, to show the interconnectedness of everyone and everything in the world
to let you know that while the conditions will vary, others have came to the same junctures, were faced with the same decisions.
You are not alone in the cosmic mindfuck, and others will lend their experience, and when then world looks brainwashed and backwards
i look to the stars and take comfort in that while apathy is the generally accepted facial cognition, everyone is just as afraid as i am sometimes, we're all just trying to make sense of this existance in which so little is clear.
and all the while
right side brainwaves send mytic chemical emittance to left side fingers, willing me to create.