Ring My Bell.

The recollection passed me by,

long gone before you were here.

It was part of me and I couldn't help it,

something I knew you'd want to hear back then.

Sorry, it was / was not love that we witness some time ago,

it was just something beautiful.

Perceptions we share about beauty...

It was indeed surreal. 

May has arrived, love.

All shall be well.

Concentric.

Freud says I can't let it pass, still.

Hence what happened.

How can I take one - not seriously

when I was made a fool back then

there were a lot of fingers

one spot light

a girl on the ground

so many of them talking

ids, egos and superegos intersect

It was noisy and chaotic

all she needed was just a chill,

was that so?

Was that so?

Reminder:

I know not of who you are.
You came and
went and came, and stop,
and went and paused,
and stayed, and linger,
and hauled, and prickled, and slapped,

was that all, I asked.

Was that all?


If you think that was it, think again.


You forgot your words,...
oh of course you would.

And it's okay, I will just have to hypnotize myself - for better reasons.

You know we are good at that,

I know you do.

Dear John.

It's all the same routine.

Identical setting, identical excuses, identical pulse.

There's no purpose of practicing idealism.

You see, I came here and set my left brain to function,

knowing that this whole conditioning-conversation is actually zero effect!

I fall into the pit hole!


Heck, I'm not even being emotional. I have no reason for that.

You suck, you still suck... big time.

Silver Tumbler Day 2.

We are all so preoccupied,

when I tried to sing, with what I was told was magic,

I felt that I was the only one doing it,

...and that I was a piece of junk unworthy,

amongst the fellow performers,

they that I feel somehow comfy with.


It was a space to share with a thousand million synapses.

And I wonder, if we did really crossed our paths.

Overwritten.

And it came to me...

"how I wish that they were embedded in me,

as innate in my blood stream,

that I wouldn't need a subject to have it all exercised,

not even a projection, maybe...

I need no perpetuator to induce me false impressions of my world view, my believes,

...a price too much to pay.



Don't remind me how much I've once dreaded,

this jab could have me immunized for as long as I could remember!