Amidst a Dream

Impulse is always stronger and prouder than logic and people have wrote with it until they felt tired by the waves of wild wind running across the silent evenings, whistling and fading in and out of the remains of the performance and the stage of the weariness showed by the kings and the queens over weekends in the notorious world. Still the radio blazes with the honeyed music as the lights drowse and ripple surrounding elements, some sway to the gentler fall of the glowing moon and cruise to the poetry around. The balconies wet, ropes twirling around swings like a whirlwind, the play of the trues of bad age heralded by the residents documenting their existence through monuments festooned with roses embracing the grunge that rested on the railings and the trees that lined up linearly to hat the ground below them and shimmer the water that fell from spell to spell in between spells of rain. Pulling over your soul to envision sections of design and gaze and to agree that in spectator-ship, there’s no last anything, everything lasts. This may as well be the wonderfully temporary influence of the earth’s youth and its flair of assuming experience. 

Kerouac’s Cognac

The open road is long enough to make people realize that they belong in straight, concrete opportunities. Go high in the mountains, sink deep into the sea, and just blast in a desert. We’re full of paradise and fire that way. Go onward the bridges of black and white, see yellow sunny sets and rises, and toss back throes of wasteful woes. Have your world nearby, pull way anytime and drive away, collect a new world in the meantime. So many sites, monuments, cultures. Go onward to Santa Fe, New York; Tangiers is the ultimate love song. Everyplace is greater than wherever a person is at the routine moment, they’re even greater than each other!

“Meet the Canadian sky, native liars and set streetlamps on fire!”

Abstraction as a Condition

Life shouldn’t be religion-something that you practice. There should be a bigger hand, a more powerful flow to it, like there’s passion and observation of other’s passion. So I write to express the feelings, the true commitment, because living out your fantasies will retire as ordinary sometime in the near future, but if you can string the umpteen of thoughts and dreams into one sensible story or fanciful notion, then its the best of the beats. Every word is an allusion that lies within the fascination of mad methods that buy the pusher his legacy. Time sizzles with a serenade that allures people, people join it and they should since Time is the true theme of our toleration- maybe the future will be better or the past has something funnier that you just didn’t catch-hunt for it in the flip-side of your imagination.

Finishing Striations of 2018

Read it quickly. With immediacy.

Piers of Duty and Gaze

Life is a series of fortunate realizations and recognitions. There’s constancy and there’s inconstancy, there’s show and there’s meaning, there’s facts and there’s opinions. Choose always opinions, they’re the most definitive aspect of people and people are the most definitive aspect of the world. The world is the ultimate logic and illusion. Both agony and ecstasy are mere weeds on earth’s population, the original idea is to exist and help others realize the true worth of existence- also to enrich your own through lyrical beauty. Rest not, move onward, shoot one, love another. That’s all. Think about it today, tomorrow and beyond.

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Finishing Striations of 2018

Life is a series of fortunate realizations and recognitions. There’s constancy and there’s inconstancy, there’s show and there’s meaning, there’s facts and there’s opinions. Choose always opinions, they’re the most definitive aspect of people and people are the most definitive aspect of the world. The world is the ultimate logic and illusion. Both agony and ecstasy are mere weeds on earth’s population, the original idea is to exist and help others realize the true worth of existence- also to enrich your own through lyrical beauty. Rest not, move onward, shoot one, love another. That’s all. Think about it today, tomorrow and beyond.

The Special Search for Ubiquitous Uniqueness

Some people chase it, race themselves across the globe to reach where very few people are. But the fact remains that the chasers get all the food, water and land.They’re a larger populace, funnily. So, the people giving out water and food decided against fueling the originals because even if the already unique people are wiped out, one of the dreamily minded chasers will reach there,maybe he will be wise enough to carry hat he found along the journey to sustain himself longer than the frozen, the burnt, and the starved.