2024.08.28_CREEPS N'PEEPS_ SAD CAT

Sad cat eyes are always adorable, and draw people into their unknowable mystique as they meander around in a glazed demeanour.

But a pack of rabid dogs is always menacingly desperate, and will speed on your trail like eager puppies looking for a tasty chew toy.

A cat can be so damned proud though, from being so easily startled.

And have you seen one stop dead and swat away a raging pack?

2024.08.25

What do they say about me, as their eyes swoon diligently?

A magnetic personality, the seductress of spirituality,

Entrapping shadows to spin my growing safety nets,

Swaying you crazed like only the greatest dancers do,

A force within which calculating minds long to forget.

But your glance violates first to create your seducer,

For my sorrows do not look for your eyes to follow me,

They are who I need be, to live my own life’s mysteries,

They are what I need say, to connect and engage lovingly,

They are how I need feel, to tread and be within this now.

You see,

Your body is in this place, but your mind lives through another,

And when you think you’re only of hardened physical form, 

Is when you’ll see greatest mysteries bounding before you.

For what you see as mysterious in another, is often what you lack most deeply inside.

And that awareness is spirituality, it is the soul of another you can’t quite describe.

And how you realign yourself in their mystery, is a new soul forming through time.

So when you see my form dancing fast in your mind, 

Is when you’ll know something empty lingers inside,

If you need my alien beauty pulling deeply at your soul,

Then soon I’ll move your body in my spiritual ways too.

And from you come the others,

And with them come my worlds,

For I am the end and beginning, 

The dancer in the empty system,

The black hole your pulled into, 

The ever-growing cold within you,

The alien pinching your mind to twirl,

The seer of our shared field of vision,

And re-coder of gods observant mind.

2024.08.23

For I know one thing, without any wealth I would still need to eat.

And if none offered any to me, would I take what I need to live Daily Free?

And if thievery was the only way, would you judge me also for the home that few can afford, the sick family that abused and abandoned me, the disorders that haunt me, the community that oppressed my life’s sways, the bosses eager triggers, a religion that hollowed my soul, the drugs which overtook it, a health system too busy for my body and too uninterested for my mind, or the losses of gain from holding memories of others pain deep inside?

Would I be but a wreck on the street, wondering if any could love me as I tried sedating my existential belly? And when you passed me by, would you see our tattered society and its spiritless goals, and know I’m its reflection seeing though to your well fed soul? Or would you see disgrace and walk easily by?

But always remember:

We are the ghosts of communal spirit,

The excursions of your furthest mind,

And within us we become you, eye to eye,

To be as equals, and feel to be more one.

So yes, do unto us as you wish unto yourself,

To feel through us as your truest inner self,

And see how your shadow mind reveals you.

For we are the freest spirits of these here soulless lands,

And in your mind’s watchful eye is the state of our dance.