Submerged in my subconscious

kaleidoscopes of many facets In my

mind

Like a circus

tapered with caution lines

Don't wander where I ponder

Claustrophobic metamorphosis

When I'm pinned to a corner

If there were only a parasail

To escape this carousel

I have no choice but to host

Angels and demons at the same table, parallel

A natural born traveler

So Glad wherever I land

Did You know the best reads are banned?

Where our ancestors bled is where You cry

About your broken phone or your broken heart

About who said what, about who saw the better art

To sacrifice is no man's best friend

a dead end is what I must lend

A chance to dance on the train with your lover

Without a thought of a pickpocket

Giving blue flowers that sing to her like Elvis

Foolish and lovely

accepting that were subtly fools in love, always hungry

No premeditation. No expectation but our own.

On the street, orchestras jazz on

Vivid Purples and blues shooting out of their saxophones and drums

As loud as elephants and guns

colors embody the sounds and light the night

Neons and velvet textures glowing the walls

Veins of light follow our feet.

May her eyes forever be excited

Like Almonds enlightened by the sun

Her smile is like a string

of perfect pearls

Her hair curls like relaxed smoke in a closed room

We were once in closed rooms

Her voice a gentle harp

Her skin spotted with beauty marks

Pinpoints of what she has seen

a map of desire I can't confide

A cheetah at rest I can best describe

May her beauty die ever so slowly

For the ones who do aspire

Admire the ones like her

For the ones who do desire

Perspire at the very sight of her

Showing up at your friends door unannounced

Without a raised eyebrow in return

'Cause these days, human interaction is always scheduled

Robotic, unnatural.

When texting was prepubescent

..Not used as a buffer between word and

Emotion

Technology is inevitably aging our history exponentially. As much as I appreciate it, it is boxing, blurring our natural expressions into little screens, predetermined "options", etc.

Making a Young guy like me seem super old ...outdated...daydreaming about normal simple plain human things.

Like showing up at my friends front door

Saying "hey" and actually smiling.

Nothing else needed.

Learning to appreciate

Is the toughest thing

when You've Lost

It is that once-a-champion's cliché..

Feeling like a wash-up, although no one sees it that way.

A restart, or what my generation would parallel with, a reboot

Tough skin layers around

my wounds from the past

A cloak really.

Instantaneously

The cerebral carousel of distraught memories

slowly

fade

away

and with time I create new uplifting ones

It's a necessity, derived from want and will

Because I won't die, I don't die

It's A bittersweet feeling

Like a snake shedding its experienced skin

to writher into new territory

& Whether I like it or not

I need that uneasy feeling

The cigarette smoke

Sits on my lips

Reminding me to retreat for another one and

another

...and another

The Carousels of my many dimensions, different addictions, realities, thoughts, relationships

spinning spinning and spinning

until a connection is made

I can see and realize its value as a chess piece in this game of reality

And at the end of the day

the civil war within myself

always has a winner

Entering the Pacific Ocean at night

With not a care in the world

A deep, unclear feeling of Knowing

its vastness

as if it were mine

Realizing

Whether I stay or leave

That It will always crawl

toward the city

And inevitably curl into itself