Peckish Ambition

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This morning I was a tear drop.

I rolled my way, though, and became a mere wet spot.

From there, I networked my way into a puddle.

I learned to water log their floors right under their noses.

I proliferated wider to become a lake.

In my present form, I planned with peckish ambition for the aim of a river.

And from the river, I found salvation within the unforgiving ocean!

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I’m Ready

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I feel like an eel hiding in the deep blue abyss of the sea wrapped in a variation of Godzilla’s burnt victim survivor skin. Another layer of wrapped snake patterns consume the essence of the atmosphere; it’s been fueled by an axiom. The answer is plangent, beatific, and laconic all at once. It’s the frozen fire that swells in your muscles when you commit to breakdowns of all the worst possible scenarios. This is as harmful as it is addicting thus it’s sublime.

As an only child, the evolution of hardening into the being I am now resembled that of igneous rock solidifying amongst the ridges of a volcanic crater delved deep within the Pacific Ocean. You see, I once trusted virtually everyone. Coincidentally I had no self esteem. Now, I’m a rich man  – recognizing my right to ascend into dreams – and consequentially trust a finite list of people. People see me as a romantic. Do you not see my cynicism?

It keeps me up at night. The knots within twist and turn and all the failed games of mental chess dawn to be my very achilles heal. Perhaps it’s been my lack of writing lately – I feel naked without it. I try to be like and even better than Alexander Hamilton on a regular basis. My writing is still the attempt of drawing that perfect circle with no outline. Flawed just about everywhere, I have so much to learn. It’s not the educational part that keeps me up. It’s the sloppiness that I tend to convey in my work that plays like a nuked civilization’s fallout.

I’m really trying. People are so weird. Everyone needs a vent. This blog series is just one of many for me. I withhold copious options for vents but I don’t need anymore beyond that. I yearn for the romantic life again:

I’m ready for you – you who hide with shyness and smirk with the charm of DaVinci’s work; I desire to delve into what makes you what you are behind your Mona Lisa! You, with your seduction of precipitate choices that cause me to feel just as defiantly raunchy. You are the dreadnought that pierces through glaciers. You are the monstrosity that reminds me of my goals. You are the oriental, errant desert flower standing unabashed amongst miles of sand. You and your poisonous touch that sends sagas upon words into my cerebrum. You, with your lethal eyes that tell the beginning, middle, and end to your means. I’m ready and waiting for you.

And when all of this is accomplished, maybe then I can feel like me again. I haven’t felt like me in so long. I try to “Keep it simple, stupid” but can’t when it’s my time. Out there – of course, I’ll really try. But this is for me and I’ll do as I will.

You hear that? The beckoning crescendo of the opera? Mozart is cueing me. The ending rolls credits. The beginning revamps as the projector claws in a new reel of film. I have new doors to ponder upon now.

Pendulum

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Naked and left standing in the rain, I let the rain hit my face

On this planet to leave it better than I found it

This is no testament, this is a reckoning

Only in death, would I recognize other faults

Nothing like the smell of smoke in the air, burnt bridges are rampant

Love is a precious word, don’t exhaust it. You might run out of it

You’re the kind of person to be driven by the curiosity of your greed

Are you always this laconic or have you dropped all sense of linguistics

Righteous forefront to politics leads to a naive precipitate downfall

Expressed in a dream, the windmills of my mind surface

Once you were an acquaintance, then a friend, then an enemy, alas an acquaintance

Utter lucid dreams send pulses of waves throughout my limbs

Reverting back to cynicism, back to optimism; balance is a difficult game to play

Elation in the sight you

Might be a dangerous move

Obsolete lexical of words tend to dictate this life

Thought to be internal, you don’t have to speak to pontificate a synonym

Imagination is as incredible as it is useless, unless applied correctly

On the right brain, pleasure persists while the left reigns precisely these words

Now I’m a snake in a labrador’s clothing… That’s one of the dumber of my lines

See the projection of that plan? Men plan. God laughs.

And it’s my own doing. Who? What? Where? Why? How?

Pendulum’s exist everywhere which makes me ask, is there such a thing as free will?

Evil exists but never in absolutes

Naivety comes connected with compassion

Demagogues are too rampant, said the demagogue himself

Unparalleled wisdom from my opponents across the room, the questions is who’ll win

Loving like the juices within, but prickly in business like a cactus

Under all skin, comes consequence so I’ll never be envious of you

Monstrosity to society, that’s how leaders are made hence teratology

Opposites collide and formulate the greatest mixture; yin yang

Upside down, remain blindsided in the face of competition

Ringing recorder recorded rearguard rhetoric reasonably

Life can be an illusion confirming our purpose to drive us forward

Influential quotes from Einstein brought me to my own relativity

Vividly expressed, deja vu has become a necessity to recognize

Experiments with the creatures I possess confirmed my hypothesis

Sobering writings brought civility to my mental state

Ascension to success, I’ll use the losers as stair pieces

Rugs will be pulled from under all of you so say hello to the ground

Eccelerating through my veins, everything you taught me will fuel me

Thorough strides will shape the world into the version of peace

Only in death would I recognize other faults

Only in life would I embrace my prideful sins