TO BE or not to be?
And so it was decided.
His jello eyes molted past pounds of interrupted flesh.
Through cottage skin and cold feelings, like a frozen peach pounced against a perturbed surface;
his outsides swallowed in and fractured past nonsensical sensations.
While he envisioned macrocosmic persuasions planked in practical positions,
He puts to rest Pavlovian repetitions engraved in noisy conditions.
Rigged, he was set to break at third bend.
Skin whiskey hot and peeled to perfection
Heart pried open revealing gnawing jaws
biting on tattooed dreams bleeding with cause.
Mouth, filled with the verbiage of inexhaustible Kings,
Naked, he remains rising
past accumulating cumulus clouds covered in the tears from crowds,
they see the thawing of an unstoppable blade,
slicing through smothering dirt.
Unsoaked by the bereavement of drunken wine,
he shuns the complicated attempt of self- suffocation thought rusted twine.
His blood feels of sharp vinegar with a fresh dagger hue.
His eyes, a dozen constellations,
Unsheathed & sentenced to rings of immortality
Now, he sits at the right hand of creation and basks in bold irrationality.
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” – Steve Jobs