decoding

So you think you've got it all figured out.
I won't be the one to tell you you're wrong. You're not wrong.
After all, what's so complicated about life, anyway. Most of us are living in a tearless existence and emotion is long for emo. War is happening and people are starving and the means to this knowledge are more potent than ever and it seems we're more apathetic than ever. where is love? Do you feel like an island? Is connection just another asset? How's the book going? Are your memories for sale? Am I a chink, and is that funny? Should I picket my existence? Protest my outrage. Or work within in the system, because it's all a system, and there's no man. Hollywood is benign. Music is money. There's no intelligent design, there's only stream lined. Penguins fly. like rockets to the walmart moon.

where have you been, lately?

what have you felt?

Green Light

"guys were waiting at a light, discussing the backwards and lowly state of some of their brothers, today. all the while, waiting for a electric light to tell them when to go."

So today was the last day of the first week of the last semester of my undergraduate career.

I think I've forgotten how to build a logical argument.


Looking up,
the weight of the world slides
off the top of our round heads.
crashing plates and bronze weights
our eyes catch glimpse of the infinite stars scattered
shattered light like church glass smashed
by the grey stone in our pocket.
we feel the smoothness of a world that fits
whistle through the air
as if God, as if stars,
realizes us
and is born, anew.

Click

The music Ons,
have vision.