Phi Theta Kapha

You plea for sobriety as I pledge to Enlightenment
This american dis-continent.
Nirvana drawing me in, can’t stop thinking
Meditation mirroring my moods.
susceptible to suffering. Emptying it all.

This face i’ve grown up with is not my own.
This life i’ve lived
This face i’ve known
leaves me now.

Binge and purge emotions
up and down.
Manic.
Depressed.
Un-expressive
Expelled, Explosive.
Level headed now, let me go.
I can make it on my own.

This life i’ve lived is not my own.
I’m finding myself.
All the greatest things come in 3’s
Lethargy, balance and chaos.

Far, Far Away

Is it cloudy for you too dear?
why are we here?
what are we doing?
Does this distance justify the feelings holding us so close?

Nothing else matters
two best friends
to be comforted
My head on your shoulder.
Lets call it a day and go somewhere new
far, far away.

With my fragmented, distorted thinking
your frenzied, reckless drinking
its hard to cope.
we fume and smoke the days away

The sun’s peeking through, love.
We’ve made it this far
why give up now?
we’ve conquered the distance.

Kurt

Sitting by the window on a cloudy day.
Peppers burning up my ears,
Nirvana in my head.

Church bells and handsigns
honking horns for satirical means
north 16th st.
Comfort and chaos

Sitting by the window on a cloudy day
Sublime, Subliminal messages
Why did I ever open up Pandora’s box

The cities’ hustle and bustle
Thoughts compromised by cars and buses
Advertising imperfections.
Over stimulated. Alone.

No problem is ever too big.
We can still get through this.
Death is just an, another stepping stone
The cycle continues.

11:11 11/11/11

We're Falling apart

I've shattered my life

Lamps of midnight oil;

Burning cold

Loose foundation

Self reflection

Moving, speeding still-lives

Embodied and disenchanted

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Synchronicity

Re-aligining impulses

Our souls as one

Where is...

One guiding breath

Unity and duality alike

Meditation bringing light

(Like kerosene)

Burning on the darkest winter night

This time is ours.

Our Parallel lives,

Intertwined.

Another level,

Most deepest state of mind

(Sparks burn down)

Inspiring: re-birth from the ashes

I'm coming down

This truth is just beginning

My life a tapestry

Softest fiber,

Coarsest grain.

Benevolence

Perpendicular to popular belief

Expanding new Horizons

The Earth, my Mother

Opens up

Swallow me whole

Mother, (Dearest Gaia), teach me

Your ways of life

Immobilized support

One Guiding Breath

Unity and duality alike

(A whole new side)

This consciousness slipping away

Ebb and flow with the Tide

Wind

Love

Green forests, Serene as nothing else

Symbiotic, peaceful; The truth within ourselves.

Move to the mountain, massive stone

A vessel for tranquility.

Finish in the ocean, moonlit by passion

It is the tide that binds us.

Stranger to Myself

Who am I?
when i see myself as a stanger
my picture up on billboards, or social networking sites
I wish that i could meet that person
and know how they actually feel
about the world, politics
or even about...

a hollow shell, living in the moment
never turning back, nor ever looking forward
I live in this mystery.
a-symmetrical misery

giving more than getting back
loving all, pseudo scientifically.
wave my heart around like a white flag of peace
confusion abounding around me
the white flag, now torn and tattered.
I’m marooned and alone.
Skull and crossbones.

...Still working on this one. Just thoughts that needed to get out.

BioRhythms

Creativity come to me
I need this presence to survive
for my goodness, health and well being

The night is young, but my emotions are getting old.
with stagnant fear and anger living at the foreground
rotten disgust, molding hate
I need a new beginning,
a new start
give me a chance to re-invent the wheel
before giving in and surrendering my heart.

cliches rocking the boat
uneasy with choices i’ve made, i spin
around and around.
around the castle,
down in the moat.

thinking clear is far too hard,
i’ll call it mental constipation
I need a natural remedy
a psychological laxitive

Writing symphonies from my heart strings
my wind pipes bellow
to the organ of my lungs
synapses turn to syntax
fluid streaks of notes scattered like stars in my ears
new ideas take shape
new paths created in the absence
of my old tired life.

The night is young, but my emotions are getting old.
with stagnant fear and anger living at the foreground
rotten disgust, molding hate
I need a new beginning,
a new start
give me a chance to re-invent the wheel
before giving in and surrendering my heart.

The Ten o'clock Curse

The Ten o'clock curse strikes this eve.

Hits me hard. Again and again.

Nearly every night, It calls to me;

Beckoning...

When will it stop?

I would wish to let you in my head.

Laying Platonic, in my bed.

Comforting, Emotion pass through us.

But because of the curse, I flee to lust

My fearful attachment of loves to last too long

Writing this song,

Remembering the good 'ol days.

This is not a time for reminiscence,

As that will bring me to tears.

But the days before Emotion.

Those first budding months.

Barely even a year...

How I wish to let you in my head,

Laying Platonic, in my bed.

The ease to speak what words can't say...

I try to sleep. Internally cry. Another day.

This overwhelming desire for human contact

Tears me apart.

I wish to give it all to everyone.

Keep nothing for myself, as I belong to the World.

The Earth may have me.

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This is just a start. I know the ending isn't there at all.

More to come.