Taking Notes On The Wrong Way Down

Can you see it..

Does it show?

I am breathing in a loud age of argon

Sickened with a vigorous greed-

A new resistant obsession breed of want,

Falling again 

Head first down to again

Then crawling my was into some drawn up Neo-Dadaist reality

Falling up through an opened window to get into myself.

Falling into the alchemist glow of a fusionist storm

Falling into the scorching tea leaves of acorn Brilliance

Then collapsing into a brevity of bower

Like a Joshua tree sung from the breeze of Un-Ego

Days passing down into days avoiding the rocks

Teaching the clarity of our critical self is really the b***h

Understanding the true Meaning in Motivation 

True meaning

A simple cloud

Collectively weeping, 

Weighted in need, 

No longer passing out by the sudden rush of sugar

Awakened to the wet bed in everywhere-lies 

Mad love burned down to bondage…. wallowing to heal in some ancient cave

The scratch marks, scratched out in Babylonian Underground…and blissfully viral 

Still-

Made up 

Believing these orbs insatiable

Right down to the color of our shorts

We are the sound of a world drunk and struggling

Trapped in the locked gate of our own fences

Struggling in theory of numbers or

The price to someone else’s past

Ah….

Just show me the deepest darkest roads

A wonderful infection of my spiraling unknown

We are murals walled up in id

Warm blooded Magic and Possibility slowed in protocol 

Scaling up to know the depth of our tolerance

I will quit, 

When less becomes the better more.

When silence becomes a roar that envelops our life

When giving becomes a golden free scenery

When listening turns up the notches of our sun given rights

When acceptance kisses down the difference between our war of lines 

And when

Life melts away the difference between the price of Me verse the world In You.

Reviews

[charlie]

This story sounds promising. What I found engaging though was not the archetypal plot, but the personalised style of the telling. It seemed like listening in - direct, with no obstruction - to a cruise-control line of thoughts, coasting steadily. I liked how you did that, P. It made the clunky allusions (Freud et al) slide down a little easier for this reader. If vocab were not the craft on display here then concentration and gathered intent certainly is. I think you've done well!

[Perdition]

I felt them potholes myself, sorry about that... but as you probably have seen by now ...these posts of mine always wind up changing until they don"t. Thanks for the inspiration...and honesty1

[charlie]

Yeah. That's a good practice. I also feel the need to rework mine aswell. It's good to be so engaged, I think.

[Perdition]

Well, I guess we never know until the madness that drives at our heels to express (whatever that may be) is satisfied. Sometimes I ruin these paintings quite well..lol. Thanks again

[A. Amos]

Pure class, daring, splendid and stylish piece of work. Thank you again for sharing words of wisdom, world need to read you more to truly find and understand their existence...

[Perdition]

I appreciate you "Bro"...you have walked into my page like a bright blazing light...the night now illuminated within me trying to awaken my resolve. I could never have imagined such a push...Thanks~

[A. Amos]

This is start, I want the whole world witness the genius in you and as your bro I will do my best in providing my honest support and you're most welcome