Contradiction is inevitable.
Perspective relative.
Monotony is life.
Amnesia saves
drugs,
a selfish freedom from the past.

White open spaces,
existence and impermanence.
Meaninglessness.
The great abandonment,
a tragedy,
the greatest agony,
random nostalgia.

Simplicity,
blue open skies, open arms,
open mind over mind
over matter mad as a hatter
no matter the weather,
I don’t matter.

Decadently hopeless,
hopelessly selfish.

Liberate the mind,
go complete,
be free,
unselfish
into the void
swim the deep.

Look inside to find the rhyme,
define time, find the purity
to cleanse the mind.

Take me to the pure land,
fill me with light white,
eternal grace,
no regrets, no mistakes,
burn me bright
in the ocean of desire.

Pain encourages
the passion and the flame.
I live for the fire and the rain,
the solitude of yesterday.
A shipwrecked vision,
turmoil,
indecision.

Unite soul to mind,
pen to paper,
mother’s little helper.
Time is endless,
there’s no rush.

Memory lives on
existence is memory,
life is forever temporary,
fleeting desire and hope,
spring and happiness,
hit and miss.

It’s just a ride and I’m bored.

I feel random,
lost,
full of dreams and abandon.
Slipping out, slipping under,
my moral compass,
broken,
redundant.

 

©JMCole