A path for the creation

The distractions become all consuming
I leave one only to have another take over
In an even bigger way!
The creator needs focus.
Clear the clutter.
Create order.
What's the next right thing to do?
Good orderly direction is God.
God is the path of the creator.
Learn to appreciate the creation.
Become a vessel.
A vessel needs to be cleared of all clutter.
Become a vessel.
Become a path for the creation to flow.

The uncatchable

You want to chase what you can't catch
I tell you it's impossible but you still beleive you can
things you can't catch sometimes look do close
you say you have a plan but I don't like this plan
it's going to ruin out stuff, it's going to annoy people
and someone might get hurt
you still have this vision of your plan
you see it clearly
you know you can capture what can't be captured
I explain the scenario
what if you caught the uncatchable?
It's not what it seems
the uncatchable is a dream
it's only true in your mind
if caught the uncatchable screams
life goes haywire when the uncatchable is caged

you can't see this

how am I just like this? In every way.

Sometimes it works

I'm in a dream

Try turning the lights on

Running is never a good thing when you can't see
How many times do I do this?
There's pools of water
Some big some small
Some deep some shallow
Some have jagged edges
I run
The blind don't run
But when I'm blind I run
Sometimes I get lucky
Maybe my intuitions in sync
Mostly I get wet
People die
Usually other people...not me
I see this
I get wet
I'm cold
I don't have dry clothes
Everything suffers

Try turning the lights on

Don't die, try to stay awake

So tired
Trying to stay awake
Just like one of those movies when the guy has to stay awake to live
I thought I was going to die last night
Your entire perspective changes when you're on your death bed
But if you get up from your death bed and walk all bets are off
How much motivation does it take?
Someone said I looked like Jon Lovitz
I obviously have problems but I don't know what to do
I have the kind of problems that no one knows what to do about
Some pretend that they do
I've done that
Sometimes pretending can make you beleive
And believing can make you feel different
It can even be true
But for me it's a lie
I can't come from a lie
I can't run from myself
I can't hide what's true
I ran into a guy I didn't know but I should have
One day I will be that guy if I don't die first

Holding shelf

Head pains
and creep stains
loud nothing comes to me
all that I have to free
eyes grow heavy in the night
falling asleep but still I fight
your not the old self
but I still hold the shelf

We live in the garden

The paradox is my journey
This is what I seek
When I find the paradox I have arrived
My arrival leads to new journeys
This search is why I'm a stoner at heart
A man who can take a trip and see the world as something magical
Stoney is not the talk of the world
Openness is not the attitude of the man who who already knows
The man who is right is the man who has ended his journey
When you end your journey things turn dark
Darkness creeps out in strange ways
The man who knows pays no attention to the signs
I want to experience freedom
I can't stand these bars anymore and the only way I can make them disappear is through the eyes of perception
I traveled into the hills and I found the garden one day but I was too young
I was asked to leave
As I left I saw a beautiful dear with huge antlers
It stared at me
I was frightened
Finally it ran away and I walked by into the land youthful blindness
I'm a journey
I'm going deep this time
It's universe has no bounds
The garden was torn down by the money man and homes were built
We live in the garden
I just need to awake to my curiosity

I choose...

So far down the rabbit hole I don't know which way is up
Fuck
I'm drifting...coasting...meandering...dozing off...I'm up....am I up?...I'm dreaming again
How long until I let go completely.  Is that where this started?  Can you let go too much?
I'm falling.  I think...I really don't know anymore.  I don't know good from bad right now.
All I see is life.  Birth....death....life
What is the cause?
What is the purpose?
There's not one.
Unless I say there is.
And I say there is nothing.
And there is nothing.
Maybe I need to say something?
So much thought with nothing to say.
So much talk with nothing that means anything to me.
It's my choice and I've chosen to make no choice and now Rush is telling me that I have still made a choice.
I choose...