Most people are intolerable
Most are campaigning for their ego’s to be stroked
Most null their feelings with chemical intoxicants as a hobby
I can hardly blame them
But
I can hardly stand them
Most people are incapable of understanding their truest truths
Those age-old truths which can pierce the holiest desires of the supremely uninspired
The fallout of this brutal cruelty shouldn’t disgust me as much as it does
But it does
I’m cautious of being kindred
I strive to not be most
I strive to find the Others
But
Beyond this there is hope
For my idea of a single mans bohemian utopia doesn’t rely upon
economy and chemicals
as the stimuli
of ecstasy and bliss;
Practice kindness,
Unapologetically pursue your dreams
Dissect the darkness
Live via rational minimalism by any means
Freely sleep in the wilderness beneath the stars
This is what it means to truly live
Its the only truth you need

As I gazed upon the face of my enemy
I saw warped reflections of all that I used to be.
It forced a fleeting ponder upon my fate within the Great Yonder
and a feeling too absurd to declare;
Whether the ****** or the Buddha emerged
after I fought with the demons submerged

Feeling estranged from my shame and all burdens of pain
I finished my shave, declared myself sane
and went downstairs to get breakfast.
Musing on the strangest 15 seconds of my life

“In the age of the cage its hard to not dwell on your self imposed cell,
Yet the best dream of heaven is conjured through living in hell”,
Before this find from the mine within my mind my soul was frozen-cold and unkind,
It exhumed a plague from within that had infected my will to live,
If it spread to my heart or spread to my muse
the gloom soon too would have reaped the collateral,
Hark there is a way for you through the blue hue via the lateral,
Its the search for the grail,
through the frail hail on the wings of a nightingale,
To be writing lightning,
To elaborate what the bolt of a thunder-strike tastes like,
To scorch your desires with the fire of a passion that wills all,
When the electricity of your spirit is the fragrance of evolutionary madness,
When you abscond through the great beyond to attain the fated state of bohemian vagabond,
When you show the brute truth of delirious flow to finally know where naked thoughts grow,
Its to find yourself riding down the rabid river with one eye to the broiling sky,
In dear desire of living a step past the ledge of where angels dare to die,
So take what you need and leave what you grieve without protest,
Lest the grotesque reap the best of the souls sweet zest.
Such is my idea of living whilst you breathe

A home is never far from the heart
The dark can tear a home all apart
A hero with hope lives in a hole all alone
To beckon back a light from afar

A pauper once pondered if he would ever fall in love with life again,
after feeling the rain during a chance encounter with fate
he abandoned the lottery,
with the tenacious ferocity
only a vagabonds prophecy
could stake to his faith

For he’s fought his life with losers and uncouth career choosers,
he was the splinter caught between a hellfire and winter
after Papa State eraced the grace from a once true and youthful face
he found the hunger birthed by adversity is a lethal fuel for change
So now he’ll never rest upon a steadfast crest lest he can can feel his dreams like pain