Poems

[yellowschnee]

Some poems I have written:

 

When do we realize what's good for us?
When does the resolution come?
What state are you in?

Crying.
Primal, primitive energies bloating themselves, ammasing.
What's the matter?

Addictions, over and over again.
Focus. Unfocus. Bam.
This time when the old person their heart out, desperate about life.
After all, what in this world is of use?
Poisons equalized into medicines,
medicines blunted into poisons...
Is there an ultimate authority, and if so, does that figure likewise have one of it's own?
Questions over questions.
Not even thinking.
Is the content I'm providing even of my own?
Dear secret watcher, take me up with your good intentions.
Let the paranoia be waved in the right direction and make it of use to the world.
Let the crooked divines find their way and the critics be satisfied or offput.
Clinging to the bliss; not letting go, no.

Nostalgia, too strong to come up against.
Why would you even bother? The modern teachings of life and the rumors driven around one particular state maybe. One thing or many, I don't know.

Deep blame. Saying to myself; I don't care what other people think of me.
Bruh, that doesn't count.
The final problem.
Metta. Make it the way you want.
Struggling?
Yes, possible. Common indeed.
One thing said from the realm of sleep and dreams;
direction happens by itself and you will do something very weird.
If you want to reach that goal then I don't know what to tell you because I have yet to go this path.
For me to read.
I will swear to myself that I make it so.
Get along with my habits. Go out into beautiful surroundings. Find out why I am the way I am.
Getting to know other people.
Writing this to myself.
No thing that is not too far away,
yet so indefinable.
Eyes closed.
Slowly drifting into the main area of drowsiness.
Nothing special that is here.
Oh boy , oh girl.
Psychedelic state .
What is psychedelic even? Everything is. Big confusion with substances...
Fascinated by the happenings.
Accepting the shady parts.
Not even calling it that because things have to be loved.
We will get along. At least you will not die miserable.
And if you do, you will still have many pers and tweaks to it.
Brilliance of beginning and end.
Am I allowed to?
Power. Take it slowly. Amateur, seems professional.
Miss the opportunity. Fear. Groundless fear driven into the deepsest fearce.
I cannot even explain.
Dumb trap we have fallen in.
At least me.
Maybe not you, who knows. Please take care. Saying that because of my feelings and things crashing down.
The biggest accomplishment to society has to be rewarded with the least amount.
To change things might make matters worse.
But unless you do it you will never know.
Here for you and am very unlikely to go elsewhere.
It's not worth it and that's the price of life.

Finding and being.
Beautiful picture.
Laser pointing towards the sky, ha, nothing will be left.

 

 

There's a lion at the window and a wolfe out the dark.
What do I want from life? What does money do?
Come so far and then take the wrong way.
Or only took one step but it exponentially goes the right way big time.
Equanimous ecstasy.
Really dark state kushed into the most blissful state imaginable.
Sitting here getting nowhere. Too far out there, no hope.
Everything is so relative.
We are much older than we think we are.
Actually time is like an onion peeling itself.
Only 1% of the inner layer is still there.

Ain't no place that I gotta be - still two steps back from where I wanna be.

Drifting, nothing is normal anymore.
Norms swept away.
Skyrocketing out there. Getting to many places I used to want to get to.
Yet there is still that lack.
Or is there?

Transmorphing.

Loop.

Do I really ...?

I can see it clearly for fractures of seconds at a time.
All that hard to get out of.
At one point going to do the hard work in the wrong context.
Gone.

Think of the unthinkable,
be safe
while taking the risk.
In other words;
it will happen.

Soul crying.
Why do I fall for such states?
It has to happen.
After all it's not going to matter.
No difference between me getting anywhere or not.
Or is there?

Regret in late life.

Magic
Chase it?
Danger
Opportunity

Greed

And all falls down

Supposed to give me chills.
Medicine,
Drugs,
Poison.
Substance of eternal material. Physical and not potable.
Respect and eternal confusion of spirit.
Infinity, what a hazardous word.

Verklärt.

Food,
parasite taking over.
Energy becoming so shallow,
almost non existent.
Until it fades away.
No one might even closely attempt to fathom this.

Clarity.

Stuck in the realm of endless circles and loops.
Taking this to dimensions.
Never know what it will end up as.

Joke: Oh dear, please allow me to be in this state.

I could take you to places you never witnessed

Discover the unlimited space of stuckness.

Vagabond.

Paint your journey.
Far too many implications to explain.
Way too little of a format to put into picture.

Balance through chaos

And maybe it is all how it is supposed to be.
What if we change a fundamental somewhere though?
Radical.
Take part xyz
Leave part ...

Stance in a dangerous place.
Almost died in the unlikely case of this arrangement called life.
Zillions of sperm cells and still it's me out of the whole field.
Where is the gratitude?
Blank //

 

 

 

I wanted to write something useful.
So now I do.
Narcissistic.
Ooohhh Disney music is so eloquently marketed.
What a cult like point of thought.
Going down this road,
this is not something little.
This is hard stuff. Like da hard drug but just that.
Becoming part of a 'subquential' reality.
Paranoia.
This is the way it flows.
On the goiiing, the showwwinnggg.
Singing: And I juuust must do alone but a there a is a little issue.
Deeply driven.
Deeply fearced.
Downward scarysism.
Somewhat gratiousness.
And so deeply, deeply in touch with the dark light.
Harsh and getting in my own right. Low frequency and high volume of heat loss.
Burning and aging, huge drawlessness. Forging into mind and mystery.
Impure. Foolish youthness.
The great problem.
Makes an inward explosion of chaos , being a faceless creature of communing extraparts and voluntary particles.

High pitch simulated dimension and going almost to the realm of catchy hyperspace in my means.
Psychiatric mumification of the cubicle of a certain brain compartment.

Do we see the light shining towards my ankle space , dough.

Out for the two and infinite worlds.

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