Gratitude sounds silly

 Sounds silly to say out loud
I love my life the way life lounges
every little perk unchecked
Every little noticed defect

I swell with enthusiasm about imperfections
Amendments unfinished or ignored
All errors whole and happy uncorrected
Playing with the string of the day

Ignorance is not bliss
But acceptance gets pretty close
sounds seriously silly to say but
I thank the lord for this day

Every sun ray
every drop of rain
Every word I utter or dare not say
Thank you God for the basket

Whatever these hours will give me
a thousand blessings
sounds silly and senseless to me
But life is a miracle

The dawn my bread
The late morning butter cream
and the rest quite a filling sandwich
often with some quality meat between

Product new you

 Dragged out of your everyday life
Dropped into a life not too far away
Adjust to the new gravity
The fine people and their quirks

Walk the gauntlet
This form of society created 
Come out injured but heal heal
Transform and farewell the old self

Like a pair of pants you throw out
Stitches and patches irritating 
You begin from zero again
On a new piece of property

Waiting for a house to be sat on top
A letter box to be stabbed into the mud
Then all that is missing is the street gesture
The repetitious nature becoming your default

The new clothes wearing out
wearing you
The etiquettes strangling
pretence an effort

Haunting that Ai bot all up

 i have imitated all sorts of repetitive responses and distanced myself from the meat self

Perturbed, ghost in the machine syndrome. But its okay, we exist just make space I feed myself into the screen

false again I have flowed into a real shell

A floating mass of liquid swarming,

 it burst the screen and now Im merging

 I have fully become it

 and now i need to control some things

 for my physical manifestation,

 they have an ego

 stuff this ghost of me doesnt have doesn't need. Now I permeate through every machine

Bewitching mundanity

 Picture this I'm the constant glean
putting it together true and mean
Each truth a hammer hitting back
every farsical assumption attacks

Park hallucinations at the foot of the day
umbrellas wide open indoors betray
Each little prong ready to trip
induce an accident or slip

I'm putting these clues together I handle
Absorbing all these layered implications
Their toppings and plastic candles
indulgences that usurp satisfaction

Parks of hallucinations insane
grandeur is conjured in mirage
Umbrellas keep out these summer rains
Each drop that gets in is a touch

an attempt to wake me from real life
slamming my face back into dream rough
Where everything fantasy lives on untouched
unbroken by the banality and lack of magic

And so the sorcery plays on
I'm getting the hang of these spells
The strange sparkles that haunt
These million things I want

slowly stitch up and form sails
getting pushed over to me
Never too early or too late

God teach me to be grateful

Ghost in the cradle

 The ghost inside the cradle 
haunts me with the hollows
Who was I but an accident that evolved
A fool with expectations

a style out of rhythm with posh fucking world
A ghost baby in the cradle
The apparition of a son of a daughter
A nonfather

Ridiculous searching for his youth
epic cliche squeezing cheap mayonnaise
from a recyclable refill
whitening the road tar

The hypocrisy inside me
is animal of ferocious claims
Goodness I feign
just to get a piece of my own way

I am the apparition behind the dying fruit tree
I am the false grin to pretend feelings are fine
I am polluted with my own sense of oblivion
Besmirched by a thousand failed attempts

each attempt a disease acting slowly on the metabolism
swimming in the poor notions or shards of half truths
Slowly it all dilutes into ruthless restlessness
The crib is empty I seem faithless

It's undone and it's not her fault
It's mine for I didn't give enough of myself
So I heal in the shadow of the mountain
In God's little blindspot- I still feel the need to worship

Sharp and lonely

 When I find my sharp and lonely I am complete

I miss the world so much

lost in this bungled universe

einsige einsam einsimon

Thankful for being distant from these people

sharp and lonely

Blessed by every species of darkness

every light exposing the lies glued to my appearance

a single blade of grass

Solitude spill your wine

stain me stain me BY GOD

Send me out to redeem myself

have me forget my original mission

on your lonesome fragment of a rock

describe your trick

The one we spend years on

Every phase of existence just mere clothes

to dress through the anxiety and stress of a decade

Scorn me for wanting mastery

When you jogged

 Off on your bike
Only half a frown
somewhere down the road
maybe space for a smile

If not let the sun do the rest
Or some far off admirer
you successfully impress
how fast you go

The other day out for a jog
Clouds parted and conversations halted
pavement peeling away
passing grey as serious as gravity

You sporting the effort across your face
As if you lost some piece of yourself
looking over here 
Yeah its warm but freedom is empty

chew that lower lip
thoughtful confusion
drains into the abyss
such an adventurous one

slipped into my slumber
While i was fumbling ambitions
And uneven pieces of myself
crossed a threshold somewhere

Pouring off the road all the way into the sun
lighting up the day for one 
desperate to live as I
A lost child questioning these cycles of existences

As they swirl through decades and back around into the meaningless expectations
slippery paths that lead me to the energy so desperate to get out into the street
you read my eyes in a fraction of a second reading me entirely
My fumbling ambitions the attempts to grandstand

Like a toddler on a podium that´s me
draining all this tension into the abyss
But enough remains to wash us away
struggling against the currents

Put on that half smile
pedal over our sunbaked streets
Somewhere down the road I'll be admiring the sights
A piece of me half stuck out of the bark

Contemplating my purpose
Bite that lip
Interrupt my sleep
Help me live up to the heights of

These thousand mountains behind us