(Great Aunt Coleslaw)


it’s forever a daunting task
the ultimate choice of life and immortality
dark corners making nightmares true
retroactive demise turning sideways
without a choice

i diminish myself so much
and so often
that i have a hard finding the true instruction of the time
and even when I try my best I found that a certain something is replacing me
what to do or what to say?
I feel when I walk along the river I shall too see the day

and if i whistle a cloud underwater will you join me on my wedding day?
where kindgs and created and where princes find the idea of immortality
the queens forgiving not the blood of the castle
but the interior of the ruins

the magical course of events
where the best dogs in town lay their heads to go down to sleep
encouraging events of rotten strawberries to take charge of their own motives
and for what?

for the grace of man to chase his own identity through the sea and self destructive wilderness
to be found of emptiness
to the point of survival
to cherish the search and the gluttony on the streets of Boston
across the mountains
to south paris along the crescent moon

i see you dancing
and singing on the flowers to an irregular sound
applauding what you do to find common ground on the stark shallow
the corner of the mind
are you there where the silence had disrupted once again

the choice to be free vs the fate of a shining butterfly
lying on its back in a field of grass
chasing lovers in the sunset
to deny nature would be the true love in the universe

to be all you need
a drink of toffee or two
as the child basks in the gloominess and forever daunting task of nature

to be be walking on something similar to nothing would be game of togetherness
and to remember the joy of winter
sunsets fading at times not comprehended in the state of happiness
triggered by nostalgia, memory, and an impotence I can not even imagine

who am I in the world of fire burning to the ground
but not an ant but like a dragon using its tongue to sneak into the shade of mellowness

as old as a dinosaur
the illusion of time seeks the self destructive cause to bring light to others
in the yellow caves of man
where art is more than a smile
but an act of creation
built in the whole of life
tormenting like a can of excellence
sold in the discount aisle of a sleepy maple town on the corner of two parallel roads

unity among the grace of god not challenged by a nature at all
but welcomed with opening arms like a relative lost on christmas morning
to be found in the golden gifts of presents that would be presented by mom and dad
chasing the idea and dream of a childs idea of santa clause
oh what a joy to be young again
without fear or worry
of retribution that can be taken away with a simple act or memory

the one that began as a whisper but ended as a shout
but if we claim to be around then we will be worse than the most awesome
of awesome men in the field of immaturity

do we not deny the thoughts of the gods that were paid in full upon delivery
was the soul bought with something special
or was it bought with nothing more but the last of us
did we chase memories for happiness?
and ending up losing ourselves in the process?
the current normal state of being

out of tune and needing to be delivered and be arranged for pickup
the elements of my existence is not but just an illusion or shadow
but more like a destiny that is delivered upon notice
without your interference and minor qualities

augmented by nothing more but a mere step into the light
reaching and transporting your own energy towards something else
imagined by your own idea of yourself

im sorry for the lack of understanding or for the inaccuracies
bringing the total to twenty
remember the twenty tablets
we banged on an open door and waiting for you at the entrance of the gate

a ticket received and mentioned on nothing more than a deep paper cut of life
a small little nothing
a hole in my head bringing the total to everyone
its something we should think about more often
the cloak of my contentment
the choice of reality
dissonance

former self choosing two reasons to live
one for the love
and one for the love of everything
and a secret hidden reason that shall by at will of the monster
the one we call society
the bridge over the rocks in the river
bringing it all together
for nothing but a drink with time
how I would love to be young again

the higher choice
self promoting self
and whats wrong with that?
the ultimate call for survival and self prophecy
i am your destiny
you are my son
you are my daughter
you are the flower of death
you are the all in every creation
you are the one within the ego
you are the one in the mirror
you are the dream of my resentment
and now I thank you with all and everything