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Pain

Try to run from it but

the ground is

a treadmill. Try

to fight it but

you’re punching

a brick wall. Try

to hide from it but

it’s impossible to hide

from yourself.

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A Confession to Happy Land

I’m doing it again, and I’m letting it happen Even though I know That in the end, the only one who gets Hurt, the real Loser, Is me. I can’t seem to stop destroying myself in a most unique way; Am I running? No; Am I crying? No; In fact, I feel Galvanized, and quite alive, Titanically aware of my existence, and yet, in this world where so many are not, I seem to be falling behind. Through these truths I have found myself in a place where I can’t make myself care about money or social institutions and it is this lack of concern which is destroying me. Now I cannot decide at this crossroads which path to follow; Just because the road I am on leads to destruction, does that make it wrong? My being sits, Calm as snow and still as Night, A peace I’ve never known, As I walk into oblivion, and cut myself to pieces. The contradiction of my current state perplexes me but does not scare me; There is no fear. The fact that I can recognize this paradox gives me Strength and smooths me like an Ocean-stone; And thus with clear mind and perfect peace, I selfdestruct.


Time to Go

Let’s disappear

for more than a year,

and become less than a ghost

in the Ivory Coast.


End of Evolution

Systems evolve

and creature evolve

Situations evolve

As the planets revolve

Feelings evolve

and plants evolve

Relationships evolve

and then dissolve

Spirits evolve

and landscapes evolve

Conflicts evolve

and then resolve

But today,

the Earth stops it’s spinning

and the muzzles of the guns have

gone cold and quiet;

the clouds have frozen

and thought has halted

and inchworms

have stopped their inching.

This is the End of Evolution.


Get High

Get high to get paid

Get paid to get high

Get paid to get laid

Get laid to get by

27

Happiness is the savior of none

But the killer of some

All the 27′s who died

Were searching for something

Or someone.

Roulette

Let’s play roulette

With toy soldiers

You life and

Four boulders

You slip it’s all over

The exit; don’t show her


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