The Ghosts of Ballard Pier

To my non existent lover II

From all that there is give

and all thats left to take,

There is nothing i can offer,

nothing i can stake my claim on.

So i wander in this pneumatic world.

trying to make sense of it, one day at a time. 

But time is incompetent,

and there has to be a better way of measuring 

our existence.   

What can we measure, really?

Nothing.

We cant even measure nothing. 

so who am i

to measure how much you love me.

i must now let go

and dive into this nothing.

For there is nothing i can offer

and nobody i can stake my claim on.

not even you. 

To my non existent Lover

I dance at your finger tip,

to the music of your eyes,

giving and giving up

all that i have.

what worries me is that i do not want nor ask for anything in return.

i smile as you scorn and fret

breaking down the blocks of my being

to the last decimal. 

there is nothing to forgive

and all is forgotten.

I must be your pet,

that sleeps by your side ,

waiting for your command

at which i release and withhold my lust,

faithfully, truthfully. 

You say you love me more than i can imagine,

but i can only imagine

for it never manifests on your tongue, your lips, your hips. 

so i faithfully watch,

as my invisible lust,

ravages through your non existent body.

They say i'm your mistress,

but i must be your pet.

A mistress after all is the baron of secret affection,

and not the guardian of trust. 

The Great beyond

Angels fallen from above

plummeting into the sea of delusion.

Broken wings born from a broken will

lost in the shallow waters of infinity.

Close your eyes and look into the darkness

there you shall see

there u shall free yourself

from yourself.

Call upon your brothers and sisters

drowning from within in the wetless ocean of creation.

Let your cry resonate

through the gyration of the earth,

there you shall find each other.

together you will drink the sea of delusion.

Rise my friend,

for you shall never fall from grace.

The time has come,

to rise from the undertow

And embrace the great beyond!

Each day i climb the mountain of joy

to plant my ego at the summit. 

The earth trembles as i bellow victoriously,

only to bury me in an avalanche of the disparity of my being. 

As i tunnel through the snow it melts

into a whirlpool of thoughts,

funneling faster than the speed of light

i'm sucked into the wormwhole of existence

and ejaculated into the tranquil waters of the Ocean of realization.

i swim through fractions of its infinite depth

only to surface to the perception of my breath.

Behold! Another mountain

another summit.

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12 clove cigarettes, 4 pegs of mediocre whisky,

A twenty four year old virgin,

And someone else's fiancee.

" The only way to get rid of temptation

is to yield to it."

At the shores of the cosmos,

its so much easier to bathe

in a puddle of maya.

So, i open the Pandora's box

and unravel the secrets of the universe

one puff of ganja at a time.

Some one's always waiting somewhere

and there's always time for one more.

after all, cosmic contemplations

are much more important than worldly chores.

With one foot on the earth

and the other in my mouth,

i parade my ignorance

in a desperate attempt to open my third eye.

But i see with my eyes

smell with my nose

and fuck with my dick.

Boobies!!!

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