Only Two!

Then there's life,
Where 3 things reign-
Sex, Spirituality and Power
And You, can only have two,
The other necessarily wanes.
Wisely pick your lane,
As a car can only occupy so much.


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inspired by the awesome psytrance composition-
"Spiritual Connection" by Source Code and Illegal Substances (preview below)

Mass on the Road

Once every week
I put the eyes on the road
Ears on the bass kick
Feet on the pedal
And the mind where imagination does speak.
These are the divine moments of a bike mystic.

Little, Wet Truths

It paces, does melt the heart

That the clock's been winding ever since

But those ripples of bliss

Still sweep through my spine

Every time I ponder the natural perfection of her art

On the night I dared to depart

From bondages of a love still at heart

And explore just how feelings can fall apart.

High BPM!

Life just feels divine,

When I'm jumping high

To a 145 BPM

At highly pulsating decibels!

With those uplifting lasers piercing my aura

And every neuron inside of me raving HARD!

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Seriously speaking, am not sure who the original author of the art was, but what that was,

it just is for me one true depiction of a neuron in a raver's brain.

Mythical Cake

Right! You can definitely see it steam,
Hell no! You can even smell it if you like
Oh my! I used to taste one every Sunday
But if it's born a mythical cake? It definitely stays one.

We bake them in the head, we serve them
To those we'd love to behead.
"No, child don't believe that!"
Whatever happened to Saint Machiavelli?
"No, only money rules child"
It's a myth!

It's a pragmatic thing child
Myth has potency and utility
It's a myth!

Cakes with nine inch nails in them,
Cakes with bleeding rocks on them,
Cakes delivered by white bearded men on sleighs,
Cakes baked in cyclotrons with the unforgiving heat of
A Million PHDs
It's all a myth.

But it works!
Miracles happen child-
And it's all a myth!

Here's the ultimate myth child,
It doesn't matter which hill the stone rolls down;
If you can bake a cake so real it has taste to the ashy
Buds of reason, you'll have it as heavy as ballast in your hands, 

And only the calcified vaults of law would ever know how 

Many you'll bleed at your altar.

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Thanks to En-GeL for the perfect art concept and message!

The Afterlife

If this
were
The afterlife,
I'd commit suicide indefinitely.

Cosmic Remedy!

I've not heard the punchline yet
So I move forward, in circles nevertheless
Persisting in my conviction of a purpose
Which might slip past our unfeeling deity,
Who it's said is ever at rest!

rock

innocence

rebellion

teenage

wishing

school

noise

naive

ego

sex

aged

pride

streets

willing

identity

embrace

parenting