October 16, 2004

• Unscripted

  
  

  Wasted in static reality.
  Lost in constant denial.
  Collectively ours,
  but not sincerely mine.

  
  

  For real.

  
  

  I denied it mattered
  until I realized,
  I know the truth.

  
  

  Not know.
  Feel.
  Feel it to the core.
  I can't blame it on you,
  but wish I could.
  Damn you for BEing me.

  
  

  It's too many words
  to type at once.
  Too few to matter,
  and nothing matters
  until you feel.

  
  

  Feel it to the core.

  
  

  I detach, for my lack,
  my inconsideration of the whole.
  I'll be forgiven
  as we focus on the plan.

  
  

  Victim mentality.

  
  

  And Again.

  
  

  Feels right.
  Falls into the plan.

  
  

  Lightning flashes
  of disparaging pursuits.
  We, whom forget the mass.
  Inconsideration of the whole.

  
  

  It starts with molds,
  familiar rhymes,
  things we claim our own.
  Again, and one more time.
  Where it feels good
  and patterns find their fissures.
  Their grooves in time.

  
  

  Stone age realities
  are existing at this same time.
  Things we long forgot.
  Stuff continues without end.
  What does life expend?

  
  

  WHY DO WE HATE?

  
  

  Makes no sense unless
  you know, or really felt.

  
  

  FEEL.

  
  

  Where it hurts to the marrow,
  beyond the core.
  The essence of all that is.
  Was.
  Will BE.

  
  

  IS.

  
  

  An expression of self.
  Division of the whole.
  Energy division,
  seperate from the master plan
  Dignifying my whole.

  
  

  Individualism.

  
  

  Epiphany without words.
  Some things you just know.

  
  

  YOU FEEL.

  
  

  Together, in the gether,
  gather,
  whole.
  Bound in thought, soul and deed.
  Until then, shall we....
  Feel without need.

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