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To Souls That Are Lost

I can tell you I have woken up many a day

And questioned the point

the point of it all


Freedom sought I

Found it in a way I sought not

And now I wait for the end of it all


It is raining outside

It feels so good

Can I find a feeling better than this say my I


Words are commentary

A real one flight catch where I

If us lost ones could only find each other


But wait

Before you do something crazy

And think point not


I tell you point there is

Fist-knuckle the pain

There are things to be made


You see the sordid I see

It sneems a pittance you could be in

this brash world of nothing propriety


But please listen

Let us walk

There is a hocus-pocus to this world


Don’t let trite words

Eliminate the power of  a trillion neurons bouncing in your brain

waiting to see what they came to be


Let us see what we can create

Forget what you see through your eyes

The true world is a love of the neverending kind


A passion that transverses galaxies






don’t take thos words as arbitrary

it is how our heartbeats

Childish desire it


We desire child too

And kill with ordinary

Read understand we on neuron plain


As children we did the same

Please wait a minute

There is something for you to create


That is why you hate it all

Because you know you must change it all

And the strength seems to take your all


The world is wrong

That’s what makes you feel wrong

Your feeling is right


You are the master of what you are to do


So there is never an end of it all


Only a path to the galaxies

Of wonders that shall never cease

Life is on Earth a beginning


Joti Heir



Nothing Matters or Everything Matters INSTALLATION

fOne day you will cease to exist

So everything matters

Or nothing matters at all

Or maybe they are the same thing

Like heaven and hell


i post random things on instagram – not all poetry, just stuff – @thehumanofnature … in case you haven’t had your fill of random meaningless things as we march toward the end of it all …

and that is my arm .. and I wondered how much of that toxic ink was seeping into my system … and then my mind travelled elsewhere … like far far away so these toxins seeping into my skin didn’t matter at all …

But like I”m back

So I washed them off.

But message still stands

Cause if you really think about it

Nothing matters


Everything matters


And it is the same thing


message me if you think I lie, but I do not.