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I whistle wise words, listening to the whispering of leaves rustling in the wind

Spaceman Sam Surfing the cosmic sands..

I whistle wise words,
listening to the whispering of leaves rustling in the wind;
just a continuous motion, never stopping for anyone.

I forget the past and forge the spirit.
Wishing I was dancing, I’m laughing like I didn’t learn the lesson and pass,
because I don’t care about mundanities which do not last.

Taking my time to write every word, so I know that the final result can be heard. So now, I’m facing forward and learning how to place important words.

A man alone, that keeps writing all these poems.
Day light flickers in slits,
as moonlight creeps between the uneven slits of shady blinds;
bleeding tears out the eyes in cries.
Half alive in the flesh suit, labeled organic, like what’s advertised on some juicy, fresh fruit.
If you haven’t been through IT, then you don’t know what’s to IT..

I sleep ’till dreams dry and crumble.
I sleep ’till I get tired and retire in my dreams.
I heard a faint voice calling out for help,
only to wake and realize it was myself,
wheezing in my sleep..

The simple things we enjoy are based on concepts we fear.
People are usually not deep-rooted, instead, they’re polluted and abusive.
This beautiful girl I see doesn’t purr,
cause she sees something in the world
that can’t be saved.

I’m drawing the line, before crossing it.
Unconfirmed flirting with fate, just before becoming engrossed by IT.
She sends me down to sit. Do I even exist?
Lets kiss with stripped innocence.

What do you think supplies the air you’re breathing?
Maybe I’m fully awake and the rest of the world is dreaming..
As if it’s all free…
I express cognitive dissonance, liberally.

The dead tree is still standing; here comes the hunting axe of lumberjacks.
I do nothing, stopping, relaxed.
My sanity abandoned, I.. Shit, my lips aren’t even moving!
My spaceships’ inspected, ready for blast off.
My egos’ shed, cast off.
No more licking the honey pot sloppily for 25 bucks of monopoly money.

This is my permission slip sized mission statement.
Negative space is where the body meets the mentor;
the borderline of what you perceive as real,
and what you really perceive as the appeal of mere mortals.
I travel portals on a pilgrimage of passage.
Emergency lights flash as my body crashes.
I pick up all the pieces of a broken reality and cut my fingers on technicalities.

I’m optimistic as one man can be,
but I’m married to myself and looking for a family.
Behind these clouds, is the sun I need to grow. I’m
kissing for romance instead of luring with mistletoe.
Parallel realities are getting the best of me, so I’m
juggling the motives and fucking with divine destiny.

I close the window on my ego and watch as time dissappears.
This pressure is enough to make my ears pop,
as the last sand of the hourglass mixes with my teardrops.

Without will, you will be scared.
Break something, this isn’t fair!
Death is impossible, we are invincible.
You should never distance yourself from the things that keep you alive;
the ride is going to be painful and intense.
But it’s worth IT in the end..

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