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Normal Does Not Exist

There is no such thing as normal

Just acceptable and unacceptable levels of insanity

Who determines that is a mystery

We don’t know where we came from or where we are going. So could there actually be a thing called normal? Is the person who douses themself in drugs and alcohol normal because they can’t stand the insanity?

Or is the person who walks on and  ignores the insanity in a sober state normal? There is no such thing as normal and supposed to be … don’t you believe?  So if there is no normal, it means you must must be exactly who you are.

That is the only thing the universe expects you to be. A 100 percent expression of you.

Awareness

It is strange to be a creature

aware of it’s own demise ….

 

Do you ever think about the fact that one day you will not be?

The very thought can suck the air and induce crazy thoughts

That is likely why most choose to be bossed

A fake security to make meaning of being lost

In the meaningless matter

Without ever trying to make anything better

It is not all lost you see

The messages we receive are just drugs and seeds

The real sits inside you and me

There are no rulers and givers of good

Just one who exists and one can make things be

You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Thought of Woke One

 

The ways of the world makes no sense

Sometimes I want to escape myself

Hover high above

And wait for something else

 

Sometimes … well a lot of the time, our world just seems lie a meaningless bump on a log. Actually a bump on a log might have more purpose.

You wake up – get out there. And then wonder what it’s all really even about.

I don’t know.

Let’s just create art, perhaps it will bring beauty to the nonsensical.

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The ways of the world make no sense. Joti Heir

Selfish

When you strip it all away

And you just don’t belong anywhere

The world seems not for you

What do you do

There is nowhere to go

And exist you must

Yes you can end it all

But it seems like

An extravagant choice

So what do you do

You must find meaning

And the moon shines

And when you look at the water

It whispers things

There is something there

Don’t let it go

There is something

A living

Beyond the noise

There is something for sure

So don’t lose hope

Like I almost did

Today

Tomorrow will be brighter

If you choose to look for the

Brightness

It is there

The better choices are in front of you

Better love and life

When you get totally

selfish

Human Hungry

Human Hungry

if you tell me you are famished
I shall promptly gouge your eyes out
with a fork
you do not know what famished means
famished is not minutes, hours or a day
it is the days after
the pangs become soft
you try not to think about it
remove food from brain
to find place for thought
to think thought
to find food
therefore you
sit and think
driven to craziness
you know of its taste
it is everywhere
but not for you
the moments between
expectation
and
impossibility
those moments
think thought think
so you just think
than you think
you can do anything for this food
to assuage your hunger
than you realize
you will do
any
thing
it
takes
to
make the
pain of longing
for food
disappear
as you walk
past plates full
of food
that people
in blissful existence
have thrown away
they are full
too fat
too shy
don’t care about food
they have other things
to think of
food is a passing
thought
my thought
my though
my thought
as you watch
them
a bite
balanced delicately
on the tongue
it dances
oh it dances
of cabaret proportions
to the throat
slides
to waiting
stomach
you are
more hungry
think thought think
you can do
anything
for it
kill
prostitute
you watch
her push it away
it is being sent
to the dump
it is then
you realize
you cannot
you won’t
grab that
gold
off that plate
as they
look at you
with pity
at your pathetic self
shall you
climb into the dump
and pick the
food out
along
with the
disease
you realize
you cannot
then
the starvation
begins.

Do not trust a mousy person

At some point a pathetic mouse will come to your door

You don’t like mice so much but the pathetic you abhor more

So you feed the mouse until it becomes strong

The mouse smiles and winks at you and knows his battle has been won

Somewhere along the way the mouse becomes a lion in his own mind

Moves far away to search for his own kind

Wish him good luck

And when he returns wish him good luck

But close that door

The floor is clean now

You don’t need dirty paw prints on your floor