They say dig deeper
As if we should
Or could
But what if life is superficial
And more hollow
than you wish to expose?
writing
Through
I was a bicycle wheel
Treading through mud
skidding to a halt
Coming loose
Rolling through fields unknown
Collapsing on intentions
Weeds entwined through spokes
Alien take over
Hello, fellow followers, I’m… Currently in deep sh….
Shit… They’re here…
Fuck….
Ahhhhhhhhhhh
Hel….
Greetings Earthlings!
This is an announcement from planet Mammaroon.
Language is the matrix to which you are all plugged in.
It is not just in the media you choose to feast upon, it is in the very language you speak.
Every utterance of every word is power and words work via nature to nurture.
It is not so much as ‘language is unnatural’ but that the nature of language can change you.
You can come up with all the theories you like about reality itself.
But never, EVER assume you have escaped the matrix.
For language is the creator of the matrix you are in.
Do you believe you have the utter truth? Do you believe you’ve ‘unplugged’ from the matrix and you see the world for what it is?
How can that be so, unless you are silent?
How can that be so, unless you are silent of thought?
To unplug from the matrix you need to remove language so that there is nothing to frame reality in.
Once you put a frame on it, it’s only a reflection of your mind and thus becomes art and nothing more and nothing less.
Mammaroon ministries preaching the truth.
Mammaroon ministries preaching truth since BE (before earth) and AE (After earth) into the beyond. ©
Rain
My emptiness is full tonight
As the sun sets just out of sight
I picture you coming home
But it’s too late
No time for goodbyes
Gone in the blink of an eye
And the sky doesn’t care
Cause the clouds aren’t here
Raining like it ought to be
Heavy breath full of empty
It’s hard to breathe
When you can see
The world is continuing
Without you
And my world is nothing
Cause it revolved around you
I want the rain
Raining over me
Dilute these tears
Before I disintegrate
I want the rain
Let it rain over me
It’s not raining like it ought to be
I carry you under the sun
Your absence gets heavier
In the sun
I need to go somewhere dark
To let this burden go
From my heart
But I don’t want to say goodbye
So I carry you
Under the sun
Time fills the season
But I’m all out of reasons
I’m a tree that never recovered
From the fall
So I carry you
under the sun
I’ll always carry you
Under the sun
Life is a marathon
Life feels like a marathon
where I no longer have it in me
to run.
Time is indifferent.
I resent how time
Doesn’t stop
When all should be still
To remember you
I resent how breaths
Can be seen in the cold
Life continuing
As if to be so bold
Like you were never even here
How the wind howls against the windows
As if to threaten to shatter warmth
Even though I’m already cold
As I imagine you are, somewhere out there
Cold, and already so old
As if time hastened its arrival
Letting you go
So chronologically young.
Preserving myself
In amber, I wait
For your return
Preserving myself
So I don’t wither away
As I yearn
Moustachioed blues
My moustachioed bird
A flash of blue
On your wings
That take you to the places
You were born to go to
My moustachioed blues
A flash of beige
In the trees
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
Moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
My moustachioed blues
My moustachioed blues
An ode to the Jays
An irregelar ode
I’m irregular
My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
A flash of beige
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
I know it’s you
Up in those trees
A flash of blue
Upon your wings
My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you…..
I need to be a giant
I’m too small
For these feelings and thoughts
I need to be a giant
To keep it all contained
Inside
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