Cum-scire

If you look deep into the pre-Cartesian, you will find
what it is you seek in the words of philosophy.
You spend so much time in your thoughts behind walls -
but when will it become clear that experience is outward?
You cannot fully reap the rewards of knowledge here,
when you refuse to charitably let it flow from broken veins,
Like a trickle of water down a summers sweat -
when will you learn?

Happiness can come every time a lid lifts to its grace,
Prosperity can shuffle through crowds whenever opportuned,
but still you sit in contemplation and meditation
Believing that all of this loneliness will bring you the answers.
Did you forget that this is a global community and that salvation
is not something befit just for you and yourself,
That the only ways of reaching its full potential
is with the guiding hand of those you love and whom love you?

So I wait for you to come to your senses,
wait for the journey of realization to take its place
a path that was trodden on not much before,
One that we will continue to understand with time -
(that mental construct we so loathe at nights).
And I ask you, my dearest friends once again,
when will you learn?

Level Up: Neuroelectric Circuit

Become befuddled by the shining ambiguities,
the light that drapes itself with constant dust-
A memory laid out through broken paradoxes.
If you cannot see the reasons buried here,
for lips pressed together in anxiety-
Then they will dry to curt ripples instead.
When you are given the chance to redo,
those simply mistakes dribbled in crimson-
You will turn away and ask to keep the scars,
instead.

To let your mind release unto itself,
a world of possibilities from experiment-
You must first let go of the fear of death.
To be raptured by Euclide’s phases,
delved through bars of imprisonment-
The situation must find itself to an extreme.
It is just to be said that for you to be here,
in a moment where your essence exists-
One must push themselves up and over the limits of
extreme.

Let Me Liberate You

[To not only Noah Page but all those whom I love the dearest (ie. Rip, Adam and all those friends in Peterborough, those childhood bonds, high school sweethearts, friends that just chill like Peter, Frankie and other Allistonians, my family, and almost every soul I've been granted to meet at Centauri - specifically Jocelyn...You are all the wind under my wings]

It’s all about perceptions;
To smile and see through the haze
of the smoke that dribbles outwards,
Into the late night of our expired youth.
I wait for these moments in time,
to allow my lips to twitch upwards
With a slight inclination of agreeableness with life.

We should be overjoyed to be living it,
instead with sit with puddles on our shirts
mourning over loses that aren’t yet gone.
We fret the small scraps on our wrists-
forgetting that they are just reminders,
That we are alive and should be celebrating.

As sun crawls up through mildewed blinds
I wish that you were here with me,
but your negative view draws you further in
Than my positive one on the breath of this world.
I wish I could show you through my eyes,
the Earth that I see before me
in this time and civilization that we find ourselves.

We fell into heaps of emotions and soon forgot
that there is so much more than just us,
forgot about meadows plowed with busied insects-
Grass that greened brighter after the rain.
I lost myself, too, in that same old haze
and thought too much of things not to be thought about.
Now that I’ve recollected and realized these realizations,
I wish you could see through my eyes today.

To bring each person the happiness deserved,
and to breed a love that builds itself with peace.
To hold you tight in the middle of the night;
promising that storms come but always go,
that clouds will always look painted to me
and the world is one large canvas or song
that sings itself loudly and happily in my ears.
Can you hear its chime too?

With elegance I’ll pass through these days
and I’ve come to know that you may come back
or perhaps the need of happiness has left you -
and henceforth I will travel these seas with just friends.
This is the way you mean it to be,
for the time that comes to be the present.
Even though it is your company I prefer,
it is not the one that I am allowed.

And I thank you for your rude awakening,
it helped me get my eyes back in their place.
Now that I am no longer blind I can reap
all the goodness that there is to feel
and all that there is to experience.
I have successfully torn down every wall,
all the barricades in my way
and now corrupted society cannot touch me
Just the optimism of Life in itself.

You sit miles away loomed in darkness,
the vibe that sails from your being is sad
and if you allowed me to I would change it -
as a friend, as a lover, as a partner, as anything
that You decide me to be for you.
I will travel through this existence in ease,
and I wish that you could find it too
and I know that I could help you.

My tears have long since dried
and my worries have said their goodbyes,
Now it is just my surge to change
All that I see and feel is out of place.
Your place was here in these arms
(but only once my eyes were cleared,
which I have you to thank for doing so).
I was not ready to find you yet,
and my soul is never ready to lose.
If you wish to stay in this draped darkness,
do so for as long as you will need it -
you are a free spirit and mind that is still,
locked within itself and needs some time.

Still I know that when the time is right,
you will understand my soul is cleared
and even if our physical selves dry out
Your essence will travel to find mine,
and mine will be waiting for yours.

So I sit but do not wait myself,
I will pass the time with smiles and laughter
creating experiences and growing stronger
So that when you come I will never fall down,
I am a Dryad, an oak so strong,
that even the largest of axes cannot crack me.
I believe in myself and the humanity of this world,
people like us with perceptions like ours
(albeit yours is still clouded,
I promise one day it will change)
can affect the world and push into it-
like a needle into skin-
A pulsation of brilliance and purity.

We can save everyone’s soul.

Only if you take my wings for a while,
fly above these skies and through restraints
Come to my side and see life without walls,
And then you will have the courage and strength
and push to want to tear yours down Harder, faster.
To live without confinement will bring enlightenment,
I cannot wait for your spirit to soar with mine
(it’s quite beautiful up here,
with your essence here as well it would be
Simply breath-taking).

So allow me to stay right where I am,
hear my words and feel their truth in your veins.
I have been set free and my goal
is to set those whom I love free so that we can breed
a world of entire Freedom outside these walls,
that I know I have broken forever.

I will be your best friend,
your spiritual guide,
your lover,
your partner,
your Ying,
your smiles,
your laughter,
your souls flight,
your anything,
For I am willing to give whatever you will
(as much or as less that is asked for)
to anyone whom I love this much,
including those friends I surround myself with,
for it would make me eternally happy
If it was more than just me this high.

What Happens During Loneliness?

an empty inbox
an empty bed,
an empty home
an empty head.

Without My Louis

I thought I would get happier as the days passed,
then how come tears come harder now?
We talk all through the night, more than before,
it makes me delirious and smile so much.
What are you being now is all I ever wanted from you,
that and your honest love.
Everything I asked for has been completed naturally.

Remember when you said if you don’t do it naturally you won’t do it at all?
It seems natural now and fuck it makes me so happy.
Now that you’re not with me and I can’t be in love with you-
what’s the point of all these things making me feel good?
People keep telling me just friends is OK,
I’m dying inside here escaping through little breaths.
I have distractions and other people,
but they are not even fucking close to you,
who you are and what you fucking represent.

Nobody has made me feel better than you,
meeting you was the high point of my life thus far -
that means the fall from you is that much worse.
You say you worry about me now,
then why do you have to force us apart forever?
Time is what we need,
but “as time goes by
you say it’s been fun,
but it’s better this way…
it’s you that I need
and I’m sure it’s always been”.
I can’t stop listening to that song knowing it’s true.

Getting over you is the only thing I can see as impossible,
we just need our time apart to realize how much we love each other,
right?
We need time to grow into ourselves before growing together,
right?
You are the most important person to me and soul and I am to you,
right?
Right?
I’m falling between lines of sadness and smoke can’t even save me now,
only your words can even if they’re not what I want to hear.
Your voice is like the angel that is supposed to guard me,

pick up your phone.

An Ode to The Stoned Insomniacs

and there is a smoke spilling out of the window;
The late night calls its screech downward
upon us kids who quarrel with the time.
When we are stuck in this room of haziness
we find out what it is to truly be alive.

To ponder the feelings that erode in the back
of our confused and shattered mind,
A drone of existentialism pleads at our ears
Just so that we can possibly reesemble lies -
That we once let fall from our lips of innocence.
If we enjoy these nights so much,
then why do we find it necessary to leave them?

So I lace my fingers between your dreads,
the way they feel this late is nearly comforting.
Your words drift like our lives in this room -
we feel locked in together but don’t complain too much.
Tap into the deafening silence of your mind,
there you will find the will to survive,
and the knowledge which will keep you going
Onto the next night where smoke rises once again.

Interdimensional Feelings

Hung up on every word,
a laughter escaping trembling lips -
That wish to be wrapped around yours.
and so I don’t write love poetry,
just lines that mesh together.
If I cannot define love itself
how am I to write of its context?

I never really expected this,
but at least I was anticipating
something along these lines.
A feeling grasps me like a pull,
we are drawn like magnets
why?
Metaphysically connected in ways,
I could not start to explain.

I love being in your presences
even if I haven’t said of it yet,
everything is different this time.
It’s the lucid dreams that pass by,
the drifting sense of need of you,
That I know we should be touching -
feeling hot breath on necks and trail
thoughts onto blank papers without question.

I never thought I’d be thinking along these lines
(or saying this in context to you)
but I need to feel you so bad,
at least once before I go.

Library of Irony

and the walls are plastered with posters;
Literary Gods are praised through lamenated sheets of colours-
do you think they really had this in mind?
Isn’t this all just publicity?

It’s really quite the Catch 22;
written for reasons to avoid the unnatural media,
yet destined to become its largest part.
We’re like the Invisible Man (as Ellison would say),
cooped up for One Hundred Years of Solitude
…maybe I dislike because Mrs Dalloway has become too common.

We have some Catch(es) from Salinger and worlds from mescalin fiends,
greatness dawns down from American gangsters in the 20s – Daisy was a floozy.

As Things Fall Apart, I sit and listen to the Mockingbird tweet,
and than I look across them parallel and see;
Twilight.

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Tomorrow, We Will Conquer

Everything the day doesn’t care about
falls into your lap with grace
As you sift through old papers,
stumbling gray eyes across them.
You read through illegible lines
as your fear slowly begins to sink -
Deeper into bloodied skin.
You have been quivering always,
afraid of what you knew was true.

Maybe you won’t notice,
that everyone’s problems fall,
Into your head at night,
keeping a constant pressure on your thoughts.
The sun sets with your hope,
your feet are too tired now
And everything feels better and looks
different through bloodshot eyes.
Another day crumbles away,
and you watch the tick-tock clock
Make this day a yester-one.