i write to vent
to think about life
to ponder the meaning of many things
Interpretation of
My mind and spirit
into provisions for my psyche
my psyche...where to begin
unique , off center
off key or out of tune?
not the traditional
strung tune of
e a d g b e meets the 1 3 and five.
broken rhythms
obviously
syllables never seem to match perfect,
still my psyche...,
like the massive layer of saltwater we all know of,
we all know we don’t know
except what they tell us
i fade in and out as far as subjects
i think that...i think too much?
how does one gauge it?
by it i mean the amount of time
spent by another thinking
life seems mechanical
in general, the same
roosters crow at dawn
i hear them when
i wake
with the vanish of the stars
It’s so vast isn’t it?
the universe
or what they tell me it is?
but seriously
it is
vast and incomprehensible
if u think about,
your quantitative
qualities, physical ( as well as ego too i guess)
in respect to
everything else
including what you do and don't know
( sigh )
good ole calvin
knew how to have a good time
sledding, calvinball,
water baloons,
turned into a game called wallyball
Big mounds of snow graced
the hills trees
and driveways alike,
the snowmen were just as unique.
a little grotesque
but hobbes put it in perspective for the inquisitive mind
where does it end?
when do we stop thinking?
death maybe
maybe in death we think more
stuck
im a state of think
maybe that is the
ever so elusive
state of enlightenment
pure thought
crystal clear realizations
and calculated conclusions
mortal thoughts
generally,
sloppy and over analyzed
crude like
ancient hieroglyphics
however full of nutrients
thick and swelled
with thought , emotion, expression
ripe with existence
