(7:07 am)

"Pursuing my pleasures with creatures of love,

I count these blessings coming from above,

We are the stars and we are our sun,

Rising and falling our orbit has begun.

To think about her is like flying a kite,

Elevation taking us to new heights,

If we fall I won't be there to catch you,

But we'll fall together,

That's all I can do."

(8:30 am)

Just told K bye this morning.  I plan on seeing her again later tonight for our normal movie and dinner date. It's some kind of apocalyptic romantic comedy, but I'm personally more excited for the dinner at Luigi's after our show.  Before the date I'll probably roll up some joints for the car ride there.  But right now I'm going to meet my mom in town for a cup of coffee.

(11 am)

Mom is doing great.  She took Carmella and Victor to the circus yesterday and got to have some grandma bonding time.  God I am not ready for kids yet, I don't know how my sister does it... Mom mentioned something about a guy on drugs at bank this morning, saying something about how this man was breathing heavily and looking people dead in the eyes but not saying a word.  If I were there I would've said something to him, but people now a days are so worried about offending someone.  Sounds like he's the offensive one.

(2 pm)

Just got back from buying some weed. I'll have a good amount for before the show and I'm rolling one up right now. 

(2:20 pm)

While I was getting ready to roll my cat came and stepped right in my stash.  So right now I'm stoned off Indicia and Mancoon hair.

(3 pm)

I think I just woke up from a nap... There's been loud pounding on my neighbor's door but they should be at work still. I'm going to check it out.

(3:30 pm)

No clue what I just saw. Fuck. I need to get ahold of my mom and sister.  K should be on her way.  Dammit what was that thing?

(4:25 pm)

I've contacted my mother and sister and they are going to try and stay safe.  I've been reading reports on twitter and facebook saying that people are seeing mutants or monsters or zombies roaming around their cities.  K and I just smoked a little to calm our nerves while we wait this out.

(6 pm)

We are officially late for the movie we wanted to catch.  It's been really hard to determine if these stories online are fake or not because there's only shitty footage of these things.  I want to stay in but K thinks that we'll be fine.

(8:47 pm)

We're getting really hungry but haven't found any delivery that will take less than 4 hours.... it seems that other people are reading these stories online as well.

(11:11 pm)

We've smoked all of the ganja.  WE NEED FOOD.  It should only take 10 minutes to run to the store and back, we'll be fine.

My coffee starts to drip and sizzle

at 12:13,

First sip: 12:25,

The beans of my drink are like batteries

in my watch which reads 12:27

If this snow keeps falling the walk will freeze me to death,

“12:30, class in 5 minutes”

I was late to class

and learned

there were only 3 minutes left to live.

Passion flares up at night,

Our growth happens when I’m in the next room,

Emerging for a time when my mind is no where,

Accepting that I do not know when I will see you again,

Announcing the part of me that is rarely heard,

Visualize what dream we have wished to discover,

Acknowledge

the heart,

the hell,

the home.

What hour is this?

Dawn is done.

The moon is gone and the bottle is dry,

We were waned and drained.

Sitting waiting for the New Year,

Every night.

You’re asleep but my eyes won’t shut,

Some nights you give me too much,

Too much to think about,

Too much to feel.

My cup had over flowed with your thoughts,

Yet you still seemed thirsty.

Is there nothing I can give you to fill it?

I can only awaken your thirst.

But will you hear me?

What hour is this?

-I had heard stories of other worlds,

Passed down tales of visited lands,

The waves of those stories moved me,

Like the waves that paint my sky.

-To venture or remain boxed?

Watching the boxes stack gets old,

Rebuilding takes time,

Time was up and I was gone.

-I began to leave and head up,

To the top of the waves,

To the heaven of air,

To my new life.

-As I arose an energy filled my body,

I was met by a source,

And reentered a new self,

The source unfolded itself in front of me.

-The purple hue of the bud faded,

Into the green tube of the stalk and leaves,

The bud had just begun to crown,

Till that fateful blue rain came.

-The lavender colored creature was crippled,

A sight that could embody the fragileness of life,

If the onlooker were to head that way,

But my sails were pointed elsewhere that day.

-Once the blue rain came I knew,

I can float just fine,

I just won’t stand for that game they play,

Trying to breath under water.

-The sun was my grand entrance a top the tide,

My home below me and a new source above,

Looking to the distance I see a place to rest,

Rolling hills of those lavender creatures,

can you smell them?

When the United States was formed,

It was formed with US in mind.

Where we have lived and loved,

Is now a battle field of love and fear,

And in the ruins are fearless lovers who brought us here.

Only to wage the war they gave us.

To be fearless is an interesting thing,

For if you're fearless you have nothing to fight for,

And if you've got nothing to fight for,

Then you've got no reason to live.

My glass becomes empty

Making my gaze full

Full of lusting ideas

That will take form

Not in a spoken phrase

But in this poem I craft

The only phrase I can muster is

Another please 

In this day and age there has been a group of individuals that believes that the government is broken, threatening, corrupted, and evil... And that group is participating in the process. 

These people want Religious freedom and God used in schools, but are terrified of Muslims.

They believe #AllLivesMatter but call you racist if you think #BlackLivesMatter

They don't want the heterosexual couples engagements smudged by homosexuals (God forbid a straight white man loses his privilege) 

And in this time of bigotry and hatred, it's all the governments fault- so they wish to shrink it's power - whilst still embodying the machine to stomp over their enemies

They want to break up the big banks, but make us pay their salaries

What's broken in this governmental monster is not the system, rather the disillusioned participators who refuse to listen to each other and wish for only their own paths to be walked, instead of attempting to navigate through the mess we've all created. 

The young man approached me and said, "Why do you keep doing that?"

Puzzled I respond "Doing what?"  "Giving into the spectacle, the material bondage, the desire"  My head beings to spin, what is he talking about?  "How do I give into those things? They sound negative and I'd rather not be tied to them" He pauses then says

"I can free you"  Calmly he touches my face and places a finger on my forehead

"What're you doing?" I ask.  He looks into my soul and utters "Just be still and forget what you've done before right now" 

Then I wake up, frightened, sweaty, and confused.  I begin to think about how real that just felt.  Nervous to fall back asleep I turn on the TV.

He is on the screen looking directly at me in my bed.  And he beings to talk, "Get out of bed if you don't want to see me anymore"... Is this real, is this another dream? What the fuck is happening, my head won't stop spinning...

I get out of my bed and walk toward the television reaching out my hand, I touch the screen and feel an eerie cold feeling come into my arm and run down my spine.

Then I push the TV off my dresser and onto the floor, the sound of the crash reawakens me again... It was just a dream, except my television is in pieces on the ground...

And now I'm free