Absurd Chaos

We’re always trying to let go we forget to let in. To let in the hot lava of emotions, feelings and thoughts. To let in forgiveness and vengeance. To let in happiness and anger. To let our selves in. The entirety of us in. The human experience, the whole journey, the road. It is when we truly let our whole selves in, we start to see the self clearly; how all feelings and thoughts are legitimate, how everything is part of Nature, part of them, part of us. There’s no wrong or right feeling; Nature is angry, happy, vengeful and peaceful. One does not cancel the other, but we can most certainly neutralise it. Just like Nature herself does. She burns down Pompeii but then gives us a flowing stream nourishing us in her wicked ways. Wicked. Nature is Wicked. Wickedly good. Wickedly bad. All-encompassing. And so are we, children of Nature, intensely wicked, vengefully wicked, Beautifully wicked.

Vivid images of a faded dream A ruin of nothing The taste of dust and happiness in the air A ruin of everything The smell of you on my hands Droplets of sweet blood left in my wake A shattered glass was all it took To exile my love away A shattered glass that was once a depiction A tangible illusion left to decay The sound of sour laughter and a thought Why is it, that after all this time This does not Hurt.

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

Coming back From the dark candy shop With the grey swirlies ice cream Cones And black Lollies I’m full I’m sick I’m feeling like myself I’ve come to identify me By the road back From that candy Shop To the eden garden Of colourful rose petals I’m not there I’m not here I’m Coming Back

What is wrong with you? He said He looked her over. She was wearing her best outfit yet; new pumpkin coloured coat, the new black skinny that made her look taller, new brown quirky ankle boots and a band t-shirt: The Droogs (she made up the band, created the logo and printed on the tee). It's the best because it's the newest. what do you mean what is wrong with me?! It's the same old song. You're lost. Yes! Again! Alright, let's retrace your steps. The earliest memory I have is of the abandoned green kiosk- Yellow. It's green today! Okay. So I was standing in front of the green kiosk holding my favourite bottle of nothing when I heard a low moan… The usual bed bug? Yes. Poor soul. Maybe we should get her a Doctor. Bed bug doctors are extinct. Oh. And so I turned around and headed towards her… fancy an ice cream cone? Sure, but we'll regret this later, it's very cold! She smiled. I asked her what is wrong? She said she’s been broken a...