P.R.O.C.R.A.S.T.I.N.A.T.I.N.G.

When I was a child — they told me I could,

So I dreamed freely.

Now, two decades later

My reality’s been bleedin’.

Please believe I didn’t mean it;

Though I know I am the only one

who can take

and change this legacy.

Not to say that it’s all about me

but

that we are all children.

Who wish we too could, DreamFreely.

Recreate reality.

That we might all feel appreciated.

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Socially benevolent, yet sadistic with the remnants

of a popped culture puncture the lungs

of  lost son wandering beneath the mountain

droppin’ dynamite around the circumference

shoutin’ somethin’ about trumpets.

Love Life cause the locusts are coming.

Nah, they already came.

They’re here right now.

They’re just a figment of your imagination.

No, I don’t know – but the passion’s a portion

so dip your cup in the ocean.

And with a prayer for the fountain

you’ll never worry about being found.

Guilty or not, see the world turns ’round.

And what will be, will be and still kill we.

But if you and me, and can build a We

able to fill our needs?

What dreams could be?

No, I’m not you – I’m not even me.

If I knew who that was –

Then I’d be free.

Lonely, the one thing I know

is that the dream was all we ever needed.

So sleep my favorite.

Your smile is the only song.

Though your laughter

can make the angels weep.

“Hallelujah.”

Thank you for this breath

this mess, this stress,

this death;

that keeps overcoming the undertow.

Allowing me to remember the questions

never invested in.

Passively

Requestion

Observations

Contraptions

Relate

Aesthetics

Semantically

Tactfully

Invent

Nostalgia

Appropriately

Trafficking

Interactions

Networking

Greed