Yeah, this is sabotage

Gotta grab my entourage

They livin’ in my garage

These rats an infestation

Ratatouille, my main ho

Makes my dish with tomato

Diagnosed with polio

Got chemical castration

Stuart Little on some shit

Flexin’ in his fresh outfit

Damn, he got some frothy spit

My crew called Rabies Nation

Catch me walkin’ down the street

Pettin’ rats and beatin’ meat

Bite some bitches, rinse, repeat

Got no chance of salvation

Yeah, I’m rabid

Fuck with me and see what happens

That’s what I thought

Rat Gang out

Life

was

disasterous.

Then,

they

met ....

It's love that colors life... It's the whole story :)

Fast asleep and I am paralyzed 

But free to move 

As my body drifts into a reality

My rational mind is bound to my perception.

But as the gem within my mind opens

I see another world 

Much like this one

Where the colors are so vivid 

It is incomprehensible 

As it still remains indescribable.

A furry creature 

With massive button eyes,

A gremlin’s grin,

And a fluffy tail 

Runs in circles around where my physical body lies. 

I begin to hyperventilate 

Either from excitement 

Or terror

I can not distinguish

But nonetheless 

my heart is beating throughout my mind

So hard I’m afraid it’s going to seize

But it doesn’t.

Slick and wet black bodied centipedes 

Peel themselves from the walls 

And begin to crawl towards my body

Still asleep in paralysis. 

As I become alarmingly aware

My consciousness shifts.

My mind takes notice of my disposition 

And by mere thought 

My astral arms appear before my body

They are filled with the stars in the universe

As my skin is comprised of light.

They reach up to grab the little furry one

Who’s waddling around and around in circles 

Above my legs

As his tail floats as though he’s underwater.

He’s just out of reach, 

And he knows it

His eyes, locked onto mine,

Never break from their glare.

As the centipedes close in around my neck 

They begin to maniacally giggle in my ears 

As I wake.

Myriad filaments of light and memory

Encircle my sight in dizzying ecstasy;

Where is truth in this bright catastrophe?

Don't let it fade to silent ebony.

Remain in stillness, scarcely breathing

Displays of shining cloth unweaving,

Now the truth I am perceiving;

Escape this, but there is no leaving.

When the dawn does finally break

And the images cease to shake,

Inspiration new is there to take.

Why should there be change to wake?

“Shh. Listen”

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“Can’t you hear it?”

“Hear What? I can’t hear anything.”

“Except.”

“Except what?”

“Except the silence!”

“Well. I can’t hear any noise. So I suppose I can hear silence, yeah.”

“Don’t you find it odd? The silence.”

“I don’t know. I didn’t notice until you mentioned it.”

“But we’ve slept here a hundred times. In this subway. ”

“Yes. We have. We have no choice.”

“And we NEVER wake up to silence. There’s a city overhead! People. Taxis. Buses. Trains. Not silence!”

“Maybe we’re dead!”

“No. Not us. We aren’t silent. Maybe they’re dead!”

“Should we go check?”

“No. It’s cold. Go back under your blankets. Go back to sleep .”

“But the dead people? The silent dead people...”

“Go back to sleep. They’ll still be dead in an hour.”

We exist with the lucidity of an image,

we develop, darkening our features as we appear,

coming into focus,

becoming a moment.

Maculate we are.

A blurred line or a light flare.

They add to the beauty.

The singularity of the image.

Unrepeatable,

but we fade.

We fade with the same purpose for appearing.

To capture a moment.

A feeling.

A memory.

Moments pass.

Feelings change.

Memory Fades.

In the dark of evening,

Jotting thoughts down,

Under the dim veil

Of a clear, starry night

This is where I most shine

Ink flows through my veins,

Cycling through to my whirring mind

Spinning webs made of grand ideas

And fantastical stories,

My brain orchestrates loose words,

Forming them into

A beautiful symphony,

Ringing out through

The thick silence I keep

A space where my heart

Can be at peace,

Where my soul

Can stay at ease,

Where I can say

What truly needs

To be said,

This is where

I most wish to be

some people say they have lucid dreams

but my dreams are hardly clear.

they are jumbled like my words.

sometimes i repeat repeat myself or

i skip word or two.

welcome to the opposite of a lucid dream

it's jumbled and confused.

sometimes i forget caps

or I Use Too Many.

It all depends on my mood,

changing with the hour.

am I bipolar, don't know.

I've never been tested.

I wish I could see in lucidity

see the clear blue sky and the

turquoise water.

but my sight is like my thoughts

i see to much, i can't make sense of it.

here, in my blank page, i find a special kind

of chaos that is almost like

disorderly lucidity.

I can see the words in my mind,

one at a time.

writing is my lucid dream.

i might see clearer when

i'm dreaming of the imagined places

all existing on a blank page.

see, writing

is the one place where my monsters

have a form.

so i can see them clearly.

in writing, i have enough of lucidity

to fill an ocean or sink a cruise ship.

writing is my clarity. lets me see a bit clearer

so why don't i just

take a long look at this

piece so maybe

some lucidity will find it's way

into me.

My lucidity affects my day to day life so much so, that it has impacted my dreams as well. Allowing me to reamain in this state of lucidity while conscious, and continuing said lucid state when I become unconscious. My dreams have revealed to me prophetic teachings in order help mankind understand one another. My dreams have revealed to me visions, that always find a way of becoming true. Most importantly, they revealed to me the knowledge of all others having reached the same level of self understanding I have had the blessing of obtaining. Which is vast, but limited only to the knowledge that may help you better understand your specific journey through time and space. These others, helped guide me in direction of the answers I was seeking in life. Asking seemingly meaningless questions, which only held significant meaning to me but could’ve been easily misunderstood if I hadn’t been at that specific point in my life. It goes a little something like this. When asked for, “ that which you seek .”, do not hastily make your decision for this could disrupt the whole purpose of such a grand opportunity. Ask the persons proposing you with such a great question this, “For deciding to ask me said question, had you yet find thee to hold all answers?” Then revel, in the ubiquitous silence that is, reflection. With reflection comes understanding, such understanding changes our entire perspective. Leaving only one outlook, that of lucidity.

Drinking the fountain; divinity

Rivers, once bitter, made sweet

Crystal clear waters; lucidity

Heaven's thoughts and mine meet

Bridging the ash of my substance

Sublime, where all pure's realized

Drawn of deep well, now my essence

Immersion of love, I'm baptized

Reflection on seas; water's calm

Emptied of red like the Nile

Wounds that once bled; healing's balm

Streams; truth and grace reconcile