Dr. Mind-Bender, fuckers

Drowning the visceral revelations to make a path for realistic, conventionality of understanding circumstances in between the daydream of a breaking dawn and an undertow of heaven’s gate, that like the reality of this fragmented Eden, nothing but energy really matters, nothing is real, asshole. Just waves and vibrations, that like the pulsating gravitational authorities of the moon and planets, has not come into fruition among anyone but those who are really seeking some kind of enlightenment, that I, like the rest of you, are not chosen for. There is something about the way the sidewalk glitters when those divine being walk down the street, invisible to everyone, but realer than the cigarettes they are all craving, or anything else to smoke away the brutality of the insignificances found in the puzzles of searching for a deeper valance when none really exist. Shadows of last year are gripping the eviscerated ways of purging memory and shit from the soul. Parabolas of light, envelope me here, in this seat where lucidity has found me, among the joys of a leper’s hallowed laugh, among St. Vitus movements where there may be nothing but acceptance and bribery from the last survivors upon the eclipsing light of the century, when little beasts sit on power, and the immorality of the master is always in inverse proportion to the innocence of his creatures. Paranoia is the spice of life, kind of like intellectual K-2, or something like that. Here’s to not ever going gently into that good night. Wolves, savage animals growl in hunger pains behind the scenes, dimensions of divine consciousness. This is being alive, inside my glorious brain. Dr. Mindbender, mother fuckers.

Love and all her sickly ghosts

Down and down the pernicious gyre turns,

But God looks down and sees a few he likes,

Plucks them up like orchids and uses them for his own

Purpose, to spread this good throughout this realm

Of Light, Brilliance, Shit, and Truth.

Hear my words, I’ve seen those films, those eyes,

And I know, I know the limitations of my own ignorance,

Smile that little evil smile, wink at the Sun, and go on my way home.

The beauty of the Mind is terrifying and tastes like candy,

The shores of the seas of consciousness, white, warm and sandy.

Another sun screams across the sky,

The purple sky, immortal dome awaiting you there.

That simple cord of a guitar,

Revolutions of elliptical mars,

Power of humility, lost pride,

Across the keyboard my fingers glide,

To see the End is not an end but a real Beginning,

Hold me as I hold you,

Ego lost, this is the world’s now, not my own,

A little divinity to hold, Christ’s financial loan.