Labyrinth of Consciousness

Left turn is a dead end.
                                                                                     Right turn dead end.
                                               Dead End.
Lost in the abyssal series of interconnected highways
flickering road lights shedding light patches in the darkness
moments of clarity fade to disparity
as hope moves to confusion and hostility

Another dead end.

Hands cover the eyes to hold them in
voices laughing, crying, screaming, cheering
turmoil inside the vehicle traveling the dark roads
twisting, turning, twisting, turning

every turn backpedaling
flipping consciousness for unknown answers
staring at a corner with no end in sight
searching for happiness

dead end.
dead end.
look inside.
dead end.

Frippy Frippy Frop Frop

Shwippy gop diggy rish rosh
Dorop Dirap frippy glap wop
grip grop bish bippy morp
frippy frippy frop frop.

Fat Cat Blues

Fat Cat done that back with the door cracked

showed the hidden action forbidden and overridden

by the fabled label named Mabel who

      Once wrote that the nose knows it cannot cross over to the Ultimate Reality

So Fat Cat showed the loon moon causing the typhoon

destruction is deduction and not the best seduction tactic

to win the tin goose but only to induce

      the malice of the fabled label named Mabel who

      told the moon to run the race, never stop to look back.

Fat Cat thought he sought the top but was distraught because

the Law of Attraction was an abstraction causing a transaction

     between his lawyer and himself

Resulting in the loss of his bolognese pasta sauce

     looking back realized the mistakes made

     Fat Cat smiles, tips his cap, and sings his Blues.

Chasing the Sun

A thin line in the distance

Dancing like a thread in a breeze

Of the minds whispered thoughts

At the speed of light

Getting closer and further all at once

Dimming and brighting all at once

Crying and laughing all at once

Dying and giving birth all at once

Sorrow when out of reach

         Dreams of transparent words

         Dripping water to the ground

         Slowly dissipating the explination

         Until the thought exists no more

Darkness fills empty spaces

         Looking into the void

         New words appear and dissapear

         Lost again as time takes on no meaning

Open eyes. Close Eyes. Open Eyes.

Recipe

Ingredients:

1/2 Teaspoon Love
1 Teaspoon Absurdity
1 Tomato
1 Teaspoon Confusion
1 Avacado
1/2 Teaspoon Sweat
1/2 Teaspoon Tears
1 Habenero Pepper
1 Teaspoon Joy
Dash of Salt
Fill with water.
Simmer until one.

Born.

Snow Day

f             f                   f                             Weeping upwards, sideways, dissipation
  a          a                  a                              Thrown in a loop of bitter hysteria
l           l                    l                               History has proven otherwise
l             l                 l                                Timely men spew salt at an illusion
i            i                   i                               Melting hands break new grounds
  n        n                  n                               Spectators forget to cheer as they drink coffee
g        g                  g                                 Fading in our minds. ....

Believer

For the transformation of Society
     Answers are needed
     George Bush, Ghandi, Mubarak, Elvis, Snooki, Buddha
Dead is the idea which is thought as the transformation
                 Transfiguration of the bloodline;
Words taste sour like spoiled milk left in the sun in which
     drinking leads to violent upheaving which turns to the
     beginning of the creation of the milk to spoil.
Words distort thought
Thought perverts feel
Feel gnarls minds.
Mashed Potato's is the finale.
Fill up, things are changing.
Dull words
        Look inside.
Answers.

               Believe.

-Inspired by Jacob Ter Veldhuis' "Believer"-