This is no secret.
A twist here and there.
Thorns along the smooth black roadside.
Pink roses here.
Each step relates to the road –
Of a different type.
Flowerless roads equal someone who hates
The smoothone is for those individuals –
Who are attracted to the light.
Some curve while others loop.
I didn’t say the travel would be easy –
But do not lose your soul in the pursuit.
Just keep watching the horizon which stretches thin.
But do be wary to stay on it.
Never get off
Not even to smell the sweetness of the flower.
For that is when sorrow begins.
Here is Life And
It stretches out Far
But there are crevices
That shade or Hide
Or Canyons that
Even you dare to descend
Or admire from the precipice of precarious life.
Rivers that carry away dreams
Or bring them from distant places.
And mountains that keep
Suddenly stop and sit beside
Turn left. Then go toward the center of the road.
Turn right, and proceed to the obstacle course.
What the fuck does this mean?
Why does everything have to be a cyborg algorithm, when simple simplicity would suffice?
Eat your vegetables. Then, eat your meat.
As if we had some kind of Herculean object to behold, this has become the meaning of everything.
Money, Sex and Drugs are the rhymes of the future.
Cheating? Honestly, what did you think would happen in the first place.
Ruminations are the ripple of the wind.
Before we stop this, please consider:
What was it that you were doing before that makes you so goddam important?
Juices are for the cheating, not for the underclass.
I’ll draw you a map, and here you will find me.
Otherwise, you could be looking for the post.
What we do to ourselves, is likewise what we do to other people.
Cheat the Gods, and surely you’ll be ruined.
Run up the bill, and edge toward eternity.
A simple postage stamp would do, but YOU need to be a goddam symphony.
I’m dead to myself, and Gone with the Wind.