Art Lies

You!
Derive meaning?
Derive purpose?
Derive love?
Derive lust?

Release constraints
Numb faculties
For that frame of time, be free
Break your impediments,
and be what you envision, but
vexation with the world and me
vent, unleashed on paper and film
won't help clean
the mess that resides within you, and you

Feeble is your beingness
Feeble your universe
Feeble is your imitation of me
You do not create
You abnegate
Abnegate your own reality

Art lies, cries Life,
make no mistake, be no fool
No bottom, no end to this cesspool
of omnipresent relentless innate strife

Time's Bent Arrow

Floating..grey?
sinking upward spiral tip
lies still
here, there, this way

Time's bent arrow
clawing my mind,
teasing my consciousness

Left brain right brain conflict,
cleft pain frights me
halfway into my mirror
transcending the point of..

Time's bent arrow
clawing my mind,
blinding my other half
and another half
and another half
and another..

Mere visions of memories not suffice
they transpired
they did not
know not mind knots

Time's bent arrow
missing its mark
missing its mark!

Left with Dali's insanity
I don't see..
there is no existence
no existence

Time's bent arrow

Formless aimless meaningless
curtains fall free to absorb
the last rays of normalcy
the absurd ceases to cease
coping with this disease
not quite easy as its ignorance
..

In you.