Happy New Year

When everything makes sense in a slightly akward type of way
In a wonky, non-linear, roundabout type of entry where where you were trying to get to
Was right where you started
Each second of breath that is wasted in mundane mediocracity
Is a reminder to living the view as was once pointed out by a man
Who sat on his bottom

I stick my tongue out to feel the rush of air across it's tip whilst on my bike
I delve my nostrils deep into the stripped nakedness of a half cut tree trunk
I feast upon every ounce of colour and movement and depth of the view
Painted indiscriminately across my eyeballs
I listen to the infinite riding bareback on each other vibrations of sound
That dance from woodpeckers, pneumatic drills, and the mars volta

I think about every person in the world and wish for their contentment
I would lay mysef in front of every on coming train if I thought it would help
Blessed with a 360 degree sense of reality
I forge on with trusting the whisper in my ear
That always proved so comforting yet uncomfortable to the un-emotional card board cut outs
That run our cliques


Compassion is communicative and I have looked into the eyes of a mirror reflection in person

And serenity transmuted without ever second guessing itself
And it never had to prove itself to anyone
Because truth never needs to prove itself

It is an infinitely interesting love affair with the silent whisper in the ear
That scares the living pants of all those who refuse to wake up to its insecent nagging

A la la ho (how wonderful)

Kalpazang (please drink)

from the overflowing cup of kindness. Its fucking exciting.