Archive for February, 2016

Run, Rabbit Run

25 Feb

Run, Rabbit run

His wheels are always spinning
Writing philosophical underpinning
For farcical lack of #winning

He blames Cowardice
For a life, never noticeably victorious
Ignoring his own arrogance and avarice

Run, Rabbit run

Runs from me, runs from you
Always thinks he’s runnin’ to something new

New sunrise
New horizon
Trying to leave his life forgotten

Run, Rabbit run

My Space

25 Feb

You cannot give what has already been taken
If you thought my space was yours then you have been mistaken

You can read my shitty rhymes
But you have no claim to my time

You can live your life with your dread
And the space in between the lines that you read

I won’t lie to you
The underlying sentiment was true

During our late-night conversations
Your explanations of paternalistic ideations

I saw you could nurture
I saw you having a great future

I smiled right into your eyes
My silence bordering on lies

I failed to mention
Crazy shit about apocalyptic visions

Probably insanity
Possibly subconscious vanity

I was hiding from a different reality
One that would have overtaken us eventually

You might have stayed by my side
But I couldn’t possibly invite anyone along for this ride

Like Dante’s ride through the inferno
It’s one-way ride through the whole show

I no longer see tomorrow
Yet, I know, be it madness and sorrow

Or a return of my vision
It appears this is a solo mission

So, my dear Ms. Not-To-Be
I think you can very clearly see

My exit probably didn’t matter
As I am likely madder than the Hatter

So with tongue firmly in the cheek on my face
I would like to thank you for giving me my space

Where the Rabbit Goes

25 Feb

The Rabbit goes where none can follow
Holes so deep that lesser men are whole swallowed

Even mid-day, out in the open,
He’ll make an exit before his name can be spoken

Through the nights traveling below the conscious
He may be peeping on the dreams of each and or all of us

He will give you no magic cake
He offers no red nor blue pill to take

Look for doors and crossroads
Avoid: gurus, masters, or magic toads

In the space between wake and sleep
Just time it right and then left you’ll creep

You can fucking trip balls
Walk in a world without walls

This is where the Rabbit goes
These are the planes that no Man knows

Where you open your mind’s eye
Where you can see the truth and the lies

Through symbols and signs you’ll know
You can learn where to be and how to go

Talk to angels and demons
Bend your mind beyond all rhyme or reason

Just remember to practice good housekeeping
Always clean up this plane between wake and sleeping

Everything that you create
Has got to be put back and straight

Else your visions can develop “mission creep”
From the clutter to your waking life they can leap

That’s when shit gets hazy
They lock your ass up and call you crazy

Doesn’t mean you’ll never be ecstatic
It’s a side-effect from feeling so fantastic

Just try keep your cool
Remember anyone can play the fool

Not everyone can understand
They just aren’t part of the plan

But, you might try running the plane with the Rabbit
Visions and trances can be a rewarding and interesting habit
For the traveler who can find it and hack it

Boardwalk Messiah

25 Feb

He’s a prisoner of voices
A poor sucker with no choices

Wandering the beaches
Meditation he teaches

Left with no hope
He’s knotted up a rope

Witches and nuns
Bitches and guns

He’s planning problem eradication
Through humanocidal manifestations

These Enochian battles
Leaving all souls rattled

As the wheel turns
and the planet burns
and the kid earns…

Parabolic stripes
Of Hermetic hype

Bringing about a fiery vision
Creating his one holy mission

A prisoner of voices
A poor sucker with no choices


25 Feb

Go ‘cause someone told you so
Go ‘cause it’s what you know
Go ‘cause it’s all you know
Go further

True Story, Bro…

25 Feb

A 1,000 armed goddess dances for me
Sometimes she morphs into the Virgin Mary

Crazy shit going down as I lay on my Persian rug
My head devoid of any hallucinogen or other drug

Meditation, breathing, and perhaps even chance
I had lucked onto a method for entering a trance

For days I wrestled with an imagined reality
A blue skinned giant insisting she was a deity

Specifically the one God’s sense of compassion
I argued, logically, that she was a figment of my imagination

She fought to remove my atheistic blindness
And to try to convince me to manifest loving kindness

She told me to keep my heart light
Whatever I do it’s going to turn out right

Basically, relax and improvise.
Exactly what I would have done otherwise

So, be it divine inspiration
Or my own mad imagination

I don’t need to try anything new
Just madly love everything that I do

Did I mention the bitch was blue?
I tell you bro, the story is true…


25 Feb


Drive to get somewhere
Drive to get away from there

Driving to control destiny
Driving to flee responsibility

Driven by poetic madness
Driven by melancholic sadness

Drive, deliberately seeking change
Drive, looking for places strange

Driving to avoid a church
Driving on some kind of search

Driven by inebriation
Driven by apocalyptic revelation