Category: Poetry



Eris…wants you to fuck her…
She loves Marijuana
Good ol Mary Jane
All Hail Chao!
Chaos!

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Despite tribulations and momentary sadness
I remain an unapologetic optimist
Starry-Eyed idealism fills the core of my being
Eyes fixed to the sky
Dreaming of Utopia

As I am still
There is motion within
A fluttering of the heart
An outpouring of music and creativity
I can hear it now
The song of my Soul
Expressing eternity with magnificent beauty
I and the other I’s dance
There is only play, love, and laughter

As time flows on
With its never-ending array of people and circumstances
I must liken it to a hall of mirrors
Chasing new reflections of the same thing
Again and again I run this circle
Chasing illusion

New Music

Hear the whispers
Of a song yet uncovered
Insight into all other
Views of tunnel-vision
I stay in revision
Keeping up precision
Creating a brigher day
A new world in which to play
Absolute freedom and joy
No need to be coy
We’re on another plane
I hope we meet agAin

Reality as you know it
Nothing could be more fake
Fantasy
Nothing could be more inevitable
I have found my True Will
I strip myself of all conceptions
I lay bare
There is only Perfect Self, and Perfect Desire
The power of all creation is behind me

I ask myself, I wonder
Where does the balance lie?
Wisdom that spans the millenia
What am I to make of evolution?
Will there come a revolution?
Exponential progression, a modern marvel
Will we flourish, or remain larval?
The future to come, there must be more
Yet modern man is empty to his core
Looking to the past, peace of mind
Thinking of what is to come, my excitement is aroused
If things pan out, the future holds no bounds
What can be said of the wise old sage?
What does he have to offer the new age?
The ancient truth remains, integration
We chart a new territory, adaptation

Wow, I officially got published! “Journal of Epistemology” published a poem, an essay, and a picture of mine. She also wrote a paragraph towards the beginning of the Journal saying good things about me and my work. She particularly talked about my essay “Dreamer,” which she at the end compared its potential to John Lennon’s song “Imagine.”
She said she would like me to submit more work for upcoming editions! AWESOME! 😀
http://paradispublications.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderfiles/joejournalofepistemologyvol1iss2.pdf

Oh Dreamer

Oh dreamer
The world is your mirror
Fools think themselves awake
Outdated modes of thought
Dust renders their image unrecognizable
But I recognize you, sleepwalker
Dreaming new worlds into existence
Detached from past failures
Back to sleep
Dreaming of paradise

We’re just young, misunderstood
Dreamin of a world in which we could
See the change we want to make
Have our words not be fake
As generations past
Whose ideals could never last

My own slice of paradise
Like minds coming together
It’s all I require
The potential I see, in you and me
That’s what I admire

This world, it’s a seed
Unable to sprout, because of greed
Togetherness, ecstatic bliss, rains down from the heavens
Love, our true nature, shines ineffable brightness
The roots are taking hold
Our birth has begun