Poems

Existance
My mind is so simple my mind is so simple
When I’m not bending over my back
When I’m not bending over my back to be complex
To be intelligent, smart and to look beautiful
My mind is so perfect when I can breathe without a twitch
When I can smile without a glitch
Oh my mind what is my mind
It is just an idea when I should instead exist

The first Step to Unfeeling
The back of my head as howard said
Is the center of my head where thoughts emerge
For what purpose?
For the purpose of you asking
What purpose? And then you can be a synapse
Potentiation learning, intelligence, guilt
Prevent from loving and embracing
Intelligence and thinking are the first step to be unfeeling



Your Language is Your Wand
Your moon is freedom and your mars is extreme pristine self defeating unlogic
I’d rather hand you a horoscope sometimes and sometimes I’d rather listen
Listening is the key and is not an answer but is the key in the wall of air covering the membrane of distance between two friends
The membrane of distance is made up of liquid stable fats called language it is a hydrocarbon of sorts without any double kinks it is made to be fool proof
Language separates us from family and ourselves and our friends but for you it is a wand it is unlogic
Language is barrier but mind your own business in the language of the soul , take care of your own




Drawing Penises
I tell you a dream which in fact was reality in the center of my mind or the back of my mind as howard once called it. Sitting at the table I am drawing unaware and unrestricted and my mother comes up and scouls at me. What are you drawing penises for? What is this nonsense? She takes a pen and redraws them, as if to demonstrate what I had done already. I still did not understand.