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…define, insanity.  image/@taliesan1969


Repeated lunacies, broken records
clash and wreck trains.
As often as Mercury goes retrograde,
the result has never changed….
The result has never tried to change.

Why did this happen?
Why does this continue to happen?
Insanity, just to ask.

We refuse to change.
Kicking and screaming,
Stumbling into familiar feelings,
fumbling through developmentally arrested tantrums.
“Me, me, me!” and “I want, I want, I want!”

What do you want?
You want a different outcome.
After each and every single failure,
You expect, a different flavor.

We grow tired
and so we sleep.
He slept for an entire cycle,
hadn’t lived in a bottle for well over a year.
Once woke, black curtains drawn,
white walls reflecting…

Change is inevitable.
Be it out of need.
be it out of necessity.



June 10, 2016


…the devil is busy.

Is the devil busy,
or are the spirits moving?
These days, it’s hard to tell.

Whirling about within vibrating
frequencies, designed to disrupt or to guide.
It’s simply too hard to decide.

Rapid fire, from all sides,
information bombards, shocks,
and frees the mind, but again,
which is for the best?

Decisions to make, paths to walk,
choices to consider.
Who are these faces around, who
worship Janus, to a fault,
forgetting that the true mission is
the beginning and the end?

False faces.
Contrived laughter.

Either we get off at this stop,
or we remain, seated, quietly riding,
until we reach our final destinations.

Work to…?

June 9, 2016

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“…yes, I’ll see you too…”


Could it be that we

simply work to pay bills?

Bills past due from this life

and most certainly the former,

and possibly the next.

Future drive-bys done in past-life Cadillacs,

draped in gaudy gold to be flashy.


“I could aim, but I could not fire…”

wails the woman living  in the dashboard radio.


Another morning….

I forgot to buy cream for the coffee,

so black it goes down



Upsetting the stomach, just a bit for a gurgle.

Don’t forget the keys, you always wind up turning around.

“See you in a bit little one”, the familiar encircles,

as if to say, “Yes, yes, I’ll see you too…”


Work for another’s dream,

just to survive and exist in your own.


Do we work just to pay?