pure

play laugh feel imagine
a world of contradiction.
perfection wishes to be imperfect
to be human
the beauty of life eludes the lifeless.
mathematician told artist to settle down
but the fire runs through the veins of both
they act like they are worlds apart
blind to what every sees
they compete for hearts and minds
their lovers claim to be true
so, without a doubt they believe it.
math and art sit at similar work spaces
but if you ask them
paintings of their rival come to life
monsters eating babies
run across the canvas wreaking havoc
until they run into a wall.
the nonverbal war continues to this day
they speak to others spreading propaganda
blindly releasing hot lead into the air
enemy bullets rain down
they take shelter under scaffolds
but for some reason they don't realize
what goes up must come down.

false starts

one day slips into another
a promise is repackaged negotiated
more time passes
we fool ourselves
thinking all is normal
no mistakes occurred
but they did and they do.

blank stare

not every silent thought runs deep
sometimes they get caught in the air
on trivial matters
or stuck in a mindless loop.
sometimes they are drawn out
one long stretch of consciousness
over a period too long to count.
they can also be the opposite of themselves
bombard the mind with rapid fire processes
jumping over each other competing against fire.
thoughts are smart dumb people
elusive and deceptive
at any given point
they can captivate all
hold us hostage to their insight
or leave us wondering
what was being smoked
and where can i get some.