Absurd Chaos

what is the truth. The revelation  the Illumination,  How can it be found, where, when and why.  Through the sky in springtime  flowers rise to greet the sun. Sits a girl  on a hill smiling ablaze  with sun fire fire sun. The illumination is the sun even in the moon is the sun.  Sun is dead and vividly  alive. Manifestoes of the sun, it's here has always  been  near, the sun burns an ode to fire the sun kisses  an ode to love the sun rises  an ode to tree the sun sets an ode to death.

Velvet skies and purple dreams. We all dream; even if we don’t remember, we all do. It’s our internal language, a language that precedes all languages, an ancient form of communication, the oldest miscommunication. It’s inherent, it’s physical, it’s visceral. It’s ours and it’s us. The purest form of an “I”. Yet, we let a trivial and empty thing called “practical life” get in the way of Nature’s monologue.

Poison is attractive. To me, at least. There’s an appeal in Darkness; for light is abundant. But everything should be a choice; because, at the end of the day, there’s nothing more attractive than Freedom; and that’s when Darkness ceases to be appealing and poison becomes a prison; a perpetual state of toxicity and waste. Very apocalyptic and ugly. The bad kind of apocalyptic and ugly, the one we should stay far away from in order to maintain our Freedom, our own State of Mind. In order to maintain Ourselves. Bask in the Darkness, but, don’t drown in it.  Photo by me. 

Discarded signs and Ignored voice The gaiety of life Has sometimes been Vexed For it often times resides On the quiet side of the Chasm Reality is a pruple man Wounded but very much Alive Too alive Too aloud Too concerned with mortality