Memory Lapse

 

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Memory Lapse

Inevitability on the edge of reality.

Somewhere at the intersection of duality.

It was the year that leaped over

a nest of cuckoo’s.

Tic Tok goes the clock.

The journey is non-stop.

Time is the loop.

The speed of light is the duration

relative to universal expectation.

Days become a time lapse of the Picasso.

Nights become a blink of an eye.

Glimpse into the unthinkable

as a rubber band of expansion retracts.

On the outskirts of dimension

the way is continuously milky

dipping into the hour of zero.

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This poem was inspired by time relative to age.  When I was younger I thought the days would never end.  The nights would last forever.  The older I get the shorter the season.  Days feel as automated as a breathe of air.  The nights vanish into sunrise. 

 

Dreamscape

Dream Brain Waves

Original Art Credit: Denise D Art Everyday

Ride the wave

into the isle of duality.

Where man creates

an alternate reality.

Agaricus Bisporus (Mushroom)

based dreams

affect the atmosphere

of canvass.

Psychedelic recluse’s

garlic induced energy

clouds – project stunning

visuals.

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Pears-Shake on a holographic Fruit Tree

meditation-tips

 

 

 

 

 

A mirror of reflection hosts a pond of lilies.

Jagged rock eroded by time becomes smooth.

The great philosophers stone.

Currents of energy focus the meditation.

The mantra.

The almighty “Om”

Medium of the spirit.

As the Earth rotates,

an endless vibration occurs,

at the rate of constant.

Where are we going?

Someone is showing me the way but I’m not walking.

I have questions that need answers.

I hear voices no one’s talking.

Ticktock clock stops flowing.

Karma lines been broken down.

Kneel before him.

The shaman with no name.

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Questions asked by the fool.

  1. Are the dead grateful now that they have Mr. Garcia?
  2. Should you be Leary of men named Tim offering sugar cubes?
  3. Is it wrong to say “Betelgeuse” three times to gain entrance into the Netherworld?
  4. How about Candyman? (Not a chance…Dude was Scary as #@%$)
  5. If a poet streams his consciousness on a blog and no one reads it does it really exist?

These conundrums were philosophized Thoreaughly by a poet traversing the wilderness.

 

 

 

Mad Prophet

MadProphet

Mad Prophet

In a land where words rot

All is not lost

An archived collage

Brought to fruition:  (Jfreshly’s Modern Linguistics: Song Blog)

From the madness

Nagging thoughts

Discarded phrases

Ripped out pages

Torn out by the heart

That’s always my favorite part

Where the lack of progress

Defines the dissension

Full frontal reality

Can make dreams

Hard to conceive

A cup of sand

A pot of soil

A jar of seeds

Collected in the company

From far off lands

To make anew.

TinyHouse3

His epitaph

chiseled in stone

 by the ancient scribes,

“This was his final resting place

where the mad prophet died”.

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Helium Subtext

Helium Subtext

What's real
Is the dance
Levels of thought
Constantly fought
Technological inventions
With the best intentions
I'd like to interject
A suggestion
Let the music play
Fade the wastes
Don't let the refrain
Tear you down
Generations lost
At such a holo-cost
In the springtime
To sit in a room
Is against the grain
Lack of sunlight
Jack Nicholson insane (The Shining)
Think
Why was the world made?
Trajectory of the mirror
Gnarled face
Ready for the great escape
One day fame
A freestyle 
Derived on the foundations of 
Free will might just
Change the game

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Fembot 2.0

Fembot 2.0

You could search the cosmos for days and not find her
You could even be standing right behind her
You could follow the North Star in vain
Every moment of your life could be the same
Find inner peace and in that truth confide
Allow the karma to provide
The formation of pure desire magnified
The galaxy has spoken
A celestial body coalesce
Dimensions eternal compress
A star that was once fueled by
The gathered emotions of desire and hope
Electrolyzed in the supernova
Warmth in the wavelength
Transmitted from an ageless entity
Look up into the infinite quilt of pure energy
A shooting star paints a moon filled sky
Then fades back into the blackness
The wind whispered her name
For this love was preordained
As the biological alarm clock rang
Quantum physics expressed by a portal of pure light
A Vessel of prismatic dark matter
Delivered by an inverted event horizon
Her body shined of stardust
Transcendent of time
Beyond the concept of the human mind

 

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Banana Trap

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Banana Trap

The world is a barrel full of
Oxygen tan lines
That Masquerade as
Monkey panty-mimes
Fluid motions of congruent influence exerted
When the muscles relax
Take a nap on a bed of roses
Let the recurring nightmare activate the trap
Fall into the awakening
D-20’s instead of neckties
Ren & Stimpy T-shirts instead of the proper button downs
Sweat pants instead of khakis
Once your pockets are laced
With algebraic numerical devices
Take a look in the mirror
Zonked out of the gourd
Sight beyond sight
To such great heights
Use google maps at advantageous angles
To find a parked clown car
In the concrete jungle
On the corner of Baltimore and Fate
Like minded orangutans roll dice
They play for the real
They play for fate
They all know the stakes
Could someone please
Pass me a banana
I’m a hungry

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Anthem of a Microphone

Anthem of a Microphone

When the world hands you lemonade
Drink it
Don’t over think it
Cause it’s the little things that matter
And when it comes to laughter
Indulge in the natural epiphany
The chemical balance of creativity
Spontaneous in the essence
Of a well timed presence
Imagination is the foundation of power
Those who fear words
May one day become cowards
To feel the strength in this ambition
To spit mad diction
To grip the mic tightly
To make an audience show up nightly
Back to the basics
It’s time to look in the mirror
And face it
I believe
In the oath of the trees
In that warm breeze
In the randomness of a smile
My soul
Becomes freed
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Zansabar: the Curator of Hallucination’s Game House

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Zansabar the Curator of Hallucinations and The Drunken Game-Master sit down for some afternoon tea.

In moments of zen

As they pretend

The wormhole activates in brain space

Zansabar the Curator of Hallucinations, “We’re in bat country!”
“Why have you not summoned the Wyvern?”
The Drunken Game-Master holds a NES Original Controller. Also, its important to note that he’s wearing the patented “Mythril Tank Top” (also referred to as a wife beater by the pundits of popular culture).

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The Drunken Game-Master responded with a delightful request,”Pound cake and lemonade sire?”

Moments of hypothetical hysteria diffused by positive reinforcement
It’s an important lesson to be learned
When the bender is real
Deep discussion of theoretical significance

Recent topics include:
1. Baby porcupines still hurt when you try to hug them?

baby porcupine    It was decided through hours of random incantations of the English vocabulary that indeed even though a baby porcupine is very cute to hug one…really hug one…would be painful.

2. Cloudy hallways tended by lovable teddy bears in cars that run on cartoon clouds.

Skeltorcarebarecloud   This brought on many words which described the philosophy of ‘Cheer Bear’ vs ‘Grumpy Bear’ and the race of destiny.  It was finally agreed upon that ‘Grumpy Bear’ had the driving abilities to win the race but at the end of the day they’d both preferred to live the lifestyle of ‘Cheer Bear’.  For reasons that no one can remember.

3. Candy Land has run out of the gooey gooey gum drops.

KingKandy     Zansabar pulls a purple card and curses in the name of “King Kandy” the lost king of Candy Land.  For he is far behind in this duel of Land Candy.  The Drunken Game Master found a whistle and somehow has warped passed Candy Land World all together. The Drunken Game Master and Bowser be chillen at the castle having tea time with a real life princess!

Zansabar, “Purple square is a shot of adrenal gland…Right?”
A high stakes game of intake.
Are we here?
Are we part of something bigger?
Is there anybody out there? (Insert trippy music emoticon here.)
Over 50 shades of whiskey the conversation turns.
Holli Would gets off…of the Italian leather sectional and laughs.
Zansabar says, “Whats 67 inches by 55 inches and has 24 colored circles my dear.”
“Twister you say?” as she looks back over her shoulder.
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This request is most reasonable.
I’ll require more martinis however.

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Rap Tight Throughout the Duration of Full Moon Hikes

Rap Tight Throughout the Duration of Full Moon Hikes

full moon

On the road to riches

Karma snitches

Time travel glitches

Pura Vida

She was the Costa to my Rica

Whatever the FAQ is

Questions that are frequently asked kid

When Jfreshly rap

It sounds like a natural reaction from far too much acid?

Get in the lab and perfect the madness

In an attempt to appeal to the masses

No matter whatever your craft is

Born into the land of capitalist fascists

We all try to amass a collection of the tightest assets

Take me to wherever the cash is

Ladies put on a show and shake those asses

Lonely dudes come-thru to see all that honey

Dollar bills in g-strings get all that money

No necesito pantalones por favor

And for all of those peoples that just don’t know me

It’s just a little bit of Spanish Ebonics for all of my homies

Feeling kinda live tonight

When the lightning crashes

When the blood rush flows

Reality of the hourglass quickly passes

A creature of habit

A true Samewise Gamgee on the automatic

Ever since I could pick up a book

I’ve been hooked on phonics

I read the cannabis grow bible

Now I’m hooked on the growth of chronic

Around my way I’m known as the hobbit

Horticulture was my major in college

Which led me to the discovery of hydroponics

The volcano vaporizes and In those moments I become Sonic

The haters of this world become represented by Dr. Robotnik

I chose to beat this game using Circular Logic

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