Control tower

I can’t control my emotions,
Because my environment is uncontrollable.
So I try to control my environment,
In an attempt to control my emotions,
And the environment can not be controlled,
So I lose control of my emotions.

There’s a nostalgic feeling; that childhood giggly high of jumping in rain puddles, and building blanket forts. Why can’t that rhapsodic delight stay?
Where has that feeling of fullness gone?
Where can I find that feeling again? That feeling of being at the center of a perfect universe. That feeling of staying up late with my best buddy. Where can I buy that?
Nobody can buy that.
I know where to seek it, but it always rips my heart out when I get too close. It’s an addiction. I don’t know what’s worse, one quick knockout punch, or the slow, dull, ache of a wound that just won’t heal.
****, it hurts.

The mind is capable of retrieving information. This is axis x. The body is capable of making chemical reactions. This is axis y. But, axis z is not measurable. Axis z can make you feel incredible things without moving an inch.
Have you ever had so much energy from hearing just one word that you felt like you were gonna **** your pants? That buzzy energy that makes the skin warm. That hum that hits you in the chest like a bus, and takes all the air out of your lungs. There’s a word that can make you cry with happiness or sadness. There’s a name that can transport your mind somewhere far away. They are just words, babbled up by an ancient tongue to differentiate one thing from another. But, the energy that the words conjure is something magical. The shape of that feeling is indescribable. It’s the most powerful thing that humans have.

Turbocharged

Go press your gaping mouth breathing mongoloid maw to your own ******* and blow.

Locator beacon

Looking for a soul
I yell into the unknown
Somebody yells back

I think we’re on a train. We can move freely through the cars. We can even stroll to the engine of the train and control the speed and trajectory of the vehicle. But, as mortals, we are bound to stay on the tracks.
It isn’t a punishment to be stuck on tracks. Up ahead, just over the mountain is the train station. Everyone you love is waiting for you at that mountain town. They know how beautiful the view is from the tracks up to that paradise. That is why they don’t want you to arrive ahead of time. They want you to enjoy the view up to that heavenly mountain home.
Some of your loved ones are in a train-car behind you. They have a booth reserved for dinner. It is a window seat to the alpine climb, and your favorite meal is at your spot at the table. They’re already at the booth laughing and having a joyous time.
But, all you can think about is making that **** train speed up. You go sit at the booth with your loved ones thinking that it will take your mind off of the locomotive; and it does for a little while.
A breath of fresh air consumes you.

Babble on

Woe the subsonic Teutonic bubonic tonic that has corrupted our mainframe. Electronic telephonics be ******

Fibonacci Fantasy

Did I ever tell you about the psychedelic trip I had where I shrank down to the size of an atom and explored my body from the inside like a new world? One vivid part of the experience was where I was driving a red blood cell through the arterial interstate. We were flowing through the tubes like a pack of wild horses splitting off at each exit ramp. I remember how beautiful it was that everything was transported from a central, omnipresent place. I saw how as I grew, my cells expanded from every direction like the universe, cultivating the in between spaces from smaller universes. A perfectly planned miniature world. It’s the same thing at the atomic level too. Just a different scenery. Solar bodies act the same way as inside your body. The world is the collective consciousness of our dna. Trees and cars have hearts and pump fluid to a rhythmic hum of Fibonacci.

1 problem at a time

Rock climbers call routes up a sheer cliff face, “problems” because when you are up in the air, ***** to the wall, your next move is your next problem. Now that’s poetry.

Eulers totient of motion

The baboon platoon danced on the moon like loons. They sung a tune and traded runes, and soon it was June. June turned July, and they wanted to fly, all the way back to the earth to die. What a spry notion for such a commotion; perhaps they will land in the ocean.

High peaks

Like a tick,
I ascend the backbone of the great mountain.
At the ridge, I feel the sun,
Scorching its way through my retinas,
The smell of singed hair.
My skin shifting under the weight,
Of the powerful magnetic force.
My gaze shimmering against the waves of hot heavy gas.
The air, thin with oxygen, is rich with euphoric energy

Pull, mule!

Do you know how fast a semi truck is?
Trucks without a governor and over a thousand horsepower,
You see them all the time, hauling all that troublesome freight behind them.
But without that heavy trailer, they are faster than a sports car.
Some peterbilts are faster than porches.
10 tons of steel dot approved housing moves faster than a one ton German piece of precision.
Drop your heavy loaded trailer.
Let that engine scream.

Rehabilitation

The fiend was weaned until he wasn’t mean. They whipped his beans with blue jeans until he seemed docile.
They broke his spirit

Have you ever floated in neutral? It’s like you’re a boat, floating in the harbor, attached to the docks by a rope. As you bob and sway, the rope tightens and loosens. One night, the tide is high, and the rope tightens, by mid day, the tide has washed out and the rope tightens again. But, somewhere in between, some time in between, the rope slackens off, and the vessel feels free from the dock. Sometimes, I get stuck in neutral.

I understand.
But you didn’t have to do all that.
Try not to do that again.
You’ll feel better if you don’t.
It feels cathartic in the moment, but it’s bad for your mind and body.
We have all done regrettable things, but the idea is to grow to the point to where you see your bad actions in the past as regrettable. Once you see how much of a fool you’ve been, then you’re in the position to make adjustments.

Sometimes, you want a taste of your old habits. In the hot desert, and on the high seas, it pays to drink your own ***.

Paper was made so people could make their thoughts real.

Was paper made for the poet, or for shopping lists?

Or maybe it was intended as a canvas for an artist.

Or was it made for the scribbles of a scientist?

Was paper made for a thought to be thunk?

Is it for bad poetry people read when drunk?

Was paper made to carry the order of a king, or a war monger?

Paper was made for a feeling to stay around a little longer.

Take flight, you contagion!
Go forth and infect the living.

I meet the eyes of a stranger. They look at me like I’m the knife that stabbed them. Why are you hurt by my gaze, stranger? Why are you afraid of me? What have I done to you? I don’t know you. Do you know me?

Tiring tips

One tire out of balance, can over time wear out your suspension, axle, transmission, and eventually your engine. Wear travels. Pinpoint the root cause of the symptoms, to find the common problem.