Mixed up
All my things jumbled
because the mind is not:
and I’ve nothing to reference,
so am I truly me?
Dirty pile jank clutter living,
my spirit is infinite and free;
radiant expanse of being inside,
to manifest one must simply exist.
Man born, laughs, lives:
man loves, weeps, bleeds, exists:
all to extend, expand, expound,
extrapolate each contradicting hypothesis:
(conjecture false silly inexact understanding.)
Human preferential casual distortion of sacred truth occurring,
mysterious dao of polluting sapiens.
Ego stumble ‘bout,
find thing good,
leave bad one:
Confusion King
sits on Throne
of weird delirious
trippy happenstance
nightmarish reality
of the deep black
in which I,
abiding ever,
float effortless
in whiteness.
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D.J.P
I'm a musician attending Belmont University in Nashville, TN. Getting close to graduating and I'm trying to work hard to help my parents since my sister is in college now as well. I'd love to hear any comments about my writing! It's something I've recently been getting more interested in again.
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