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.