Enlightened Zombie's Blog (47)

she's blacker than demon shit

conspiracies written in the sky

invisible insanity

and creative disguise.

the best advice i ever got

was to lay down and die.

he killed her on the phone

in his head

while she was talking

about her bad day.

there are parts of her

she could do without.

but they probably wanna live anyway...

they go get lost in the energy.

to be in a perfect world

they have to…

the hygene of language

the evolved form of words

fragments of sounds in a proverbial collage

the unities of unison, the sexual attraction.

aesthetics in appalachia

the harmony of lucrecia

the governments just trying to scare you

read animal farm...

quit crying, get out of the fear

it's not that bad.

but i can't show you this

just wait til you see my dick.

topography in thailand

underage rug burned…

central themes that undermine improvisation

the loss of creature,

the blackening of visualization.

i can't see you anymore.

damaged auras

coming toward us

i can't keep on running.

my knucles are naviely white honey...

disappear

further into your pattern of selfish hope.

this life is a fucking joke...

langaleers devouor every yestermoment.

Have fun

Experimental…

no matter how many people it saved

it couldn't save it self

there was no safety in salvation.

no appreciation

in deeds done,

but what thing does deeds for appreciation

except from it's own self.

no matter how many atrocities received

bullets in their heads and sharp objects through

the brain so they could finally fucking rest.

there was no finality to the experience,

just a bullet in the head and a limp…

thee insatiable lovour

i love you in ways

that suicide letters are written

bled your tears for days

those are the things that aren't easily

forgotten.

i love you in ways that

murderers find passion.

held my head in my hands for days

hope seems to grow distance-

further.

and it's time to let him have paradise

because paradise is... too far…

a catalyst for an expiration date

a thinning veil of love, of hate.

nothing like the moment

seizing these dying days.

a root that has consumed

all it ever let rise.

someone told me once that

all i ever knew i'd inevitably despise.

in the back of a trunk

with the tape on its mouth

with the eyes pulled back flickering

pupils dialated with coagulated red crust.

a ripped up florida tee-shirt

and a rib pointing out by a palm tree

watch it try to take a step and fall

with a rotting nervous system

its never been here before

and its never going to be here again

so it rests in its defeat at the hands

of so many strangers it never…

existential wisdom

failing and misleading

the ways that we are seeking

the groundless nation

a context of righteous nothing philosophy

a love of learning nothing

superegosurveys

a voice to the voiceless

there's a mixed message

in just about every bottle

she keeps on making eye contact

with the eyeless practition of hamarabi

another waste of fake paper.

collapse of the converging hearts

with the seasons of atrophied atriums

above the anemic sun ,

here-

is a warm place.

there are places we can rest?...

there are places we can rest.

one day i'll find the peace

of a soul that does not lead or follow

but walks beside me in time as -

i walk beside them, we'll let the currents pull us-

until there is no more separation...

and there will be rest…

a halo-less hero

has come to save the day

in the anti hero

kinda way

where they show up

and things fall down

then you sit around

and count it down

the waiting the wishing

the hoping for something

the creature of nothing

and the smiling

the ignorant smiling that fills these voids

in our mouths in our hearts

when we have no other way of

We are in this world, never of it, and in this flesh prison we are confined to the material world, we are victims to the cycle of the infinitely limited wheel of Samsara, we are ignorant, thus we suffer- because of the ignorance and suffering there is a will to action- and this will to action creates a consciousness- this consciousness forces us into a psycho-physical existence- because of this psycho-physical existence we have connection to one's self, one's identity- because of this…

If you don’t have anything nice to say- go fuck yourself

Ever since Rick jumped off the building

I just haven't felt alright like I used to.

When I could think straight and know what to do.

I always knew what to say and how to handle things even how to manipulate the world and create within the confines of this waking dream.



Look what my life has become...

I'm so limited and even fear-full at times with every thing.

I've actually broken down form what I was and have joined the military.

I'm going to be giving…

could a mere utterance

The balance in the headphones

reflects so quickly

my eyes roll back in a daze

my equilibrium is defeated

these words you used to sing me every night are haunting me and i want you here so bad now- to know you'll be there when i wake up, that you still love me.

just to see a cold loving blank stare... and when i come home from the war-

i need to know that i fought for the right reasons. please be there to help me.

wash off the blood- please be…