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.
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
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.
The ways of the world make no sense. Joti Heir
you seemed sad today
i will always loves you in a way
it is your choice
to not give yourself to me
by joti heir
yes we should blush
it is darling is it not
in the face of your manliness
it is divine
for now you know
you turn a cheek crimson
and the crimson below is yours too
but how about
she is lovely
and turns crimson at the table
and later she turns over
see you later
will you be happy
as your species do
if her crimson was wasted on another
and you became just a
From The Princess Will Kill You and Dance on Your Grave Poetry Collection (on Amazon)
you say you love me like this
like never before
then why I am I alone right now
magic exists in us
so i forgive your forgetfulness
and I hope you forgive when i forget you
It is night now
I love this time of day 3 a.m. … it is love loss, rujevenation all in the same.