Tube Love

Who needs television

When all is alive

Just outside

Calling

Waiting.

Barefoot on grass,

Feels good huh?

Flicker rate

Induces trance state

Causing irate mood

When disturbed.

How can we be so

“Connected” |——-|

To something

That we never touch?

Is it the box that you love?

That portal

To the consumable

Pseudo-infinite?

Running on crystals and snow,

Color bars,

Westerns,

And HBO.

Golden Tarot

Point 1

I touch the light

I touch the light

I touch

I See

Night.

It came as a ring,

A halo,

Three lights,

No sound,

Just swam,

No fly.

Time goes back.

Stop!

Did time occur at all?

Did flash occlude?

Did I see through clear eyeball?

I touch the light

I touch the light

I touch

I feel

Flight.

Golden Tarot

Rest/Space

A Lysergic Exploration In 3 Parts:

I
Self

In utero

Innerspace

Surely there is something here

So sure that there is something

So sure

Are you?

I feel the fine prick

Of cold ice infinity

It splits in half

Like the light of a shaded square

Or a few

Metatron’s cubes

She’d never known

That in that moment

Geometry decided her fate.

None of us

None can tell

None shall pass

None shall dwell

All is rest

In the light

Of space

Few dark moments

To count the days

Shift

And align

Shift

Back

Align

II

Blue shell promenade

A twilight figure

Dances for tomorrow

No tears on her breasts

Only dew

Dogs bark

Excitement arises

Thrill inside

Ecstasy

Be bare

Bare

Again

Crawl out still

Light is always there

Whether it be deceit

Or treat

All souls

All ways were

All days

Anyway.

III

Black

Slide

Back

Slide

Touch

On the foot

On the face

Of all things

Perfect

Inside of bliss

Looking outside

Looking at this.

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Plea

Oh blue sky!

Divine mouth breath!

1 million acres

Of truth!

Seat of the eye

And all that it fancies enough

To grant release!

Please bless this land

This child that you bore

And graced with both

Pleasure and pain!

Come lay your child-like hands

Upon our disease!

Free us from our

Self-bred shame!

Golden Tarot

First Thought

The fireflies

Are the eyes

Of a world unrealized

By most men

As their preoccupations with

Time

Money

Matter

Desire

Lust

and Security

Lay a glowing

Haze

Over the mind’s eye

Of the amnesiac souls

Yet

Carelessly

They strive to be

Carefree

Never seeing

That the emerald temple

Was already awarded the answers

To hold

Golden Tarot

Realize

Flash!

Within a moment

Within a second

Within a zero-point

Within the plane

Of an incomprehensible angle

My eyes open

Suddenly

I find myself

AWARE | AWAKE

OF|TO

Many things

Simultaneously

Like the destructive trail

That I have left in my wake

Now only dead weight

This pile of shit

Grey plastic

Cardboard and cotton

That is burdening my soul

With the mass

Of a million wasted moments

All sitting in the ether

Lost

I become aware

Of the reality

Of time for others

And that their reality

Still affects mine

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I Miss Occlusion

Is this growing older?

Watching golden bonds corrode

Finding that the silver lining that shows

Is only colored with spray paint

That was stole

Is this growing wiser?

Knowledge of human deceit

The loss of trust towards anyone

Except your grandparents

Watching hate breed within the mouths

Of all who speak so strongly of love

Gaining the power to understand

What evil thoughts are breeding

Within the minds of the “saints”

Just by looking into their eyes

Why can’t we go back

To the times of amnesia

When animation screen

And pixel reality

Solved all

Golden Tarot