How we differ

 He packed up his things
He would be traveling to a different place
He was unlike me despite our similarities
His bags were put on the trolley

The plane would be leaving soon
We would see him off from the airport
There would be ample time for the goodbye
Where I thought i was the same as him I was different

In some cases I thought I was different from him
Mistaken I was the same
The real illusion wasn't about my father at all
But about the absence of self wisdom

Like sharks he needed to move nonstop
me, I could stay in place
But my words would have to move things
coming out in volume

breaking dams and overwhelming
Atleast that is the power I wish
He'd go from relaxing to full stress
breaking a vein on the forehead

This was blasphemy
flow was everything
slow smooth living is essential truth
I guess we are not the same

On the edge of the set

 A family outing the car was full
With the important mother and father
Their talent agent and his endless sycophant energy
We pulled up near the movie scene

We were not part of the film
People were running across a port
Away from some sort of attack
The explosion broke out

Several containers of wagyu burst open
Brought to medium rear through the blast
Important father burst from the car
He leapt at the rolling can of wagyu

He demanded the agent cut out the meat
So that he could taste it
The talent agent danced like a clown
Somehow produced a large knife and cut

Feeding the important father
And his kidney disease
On the dock a few people had actually died
Even though this was just a stunt

Who would knowingly sacrifice themselves
For an old pacific world war two film that could flop

Stopping the intruder

 I took the intruder
fought him
My dog attacked him
He became me

An appendage
I kept infront of me
Whatever came it would be a shield
It would suffer the first impact

So we walked through
The abandoned airport
Where my shelter had become home
Corridors into the city

It's frustration was my frustration
My hate of it
Was it's hate of me
Now connected we were forced to reconcile

But it saw my ugliness and I saw it's
So It hopped down and joined the needy
At a table of old dead fictional heros
Where they would clap and hoorah

I continued on in my own delusion
Childhood fantasies battered in modern reality
It sat in my book of plans
My plate of food

The disconnected part of me
looking with hunger from it's position now
It lay with it's head tilted toward my life
drooling as if it was still alive on the autopsy table

Hangar = Potential
Shack = Current identity
Intruder = Shadow / ambition / aggression / insecurity
Dog = Instinctual loyalty
Embassy = Higher arena / legitimacy / recognition
Imposter feeling = Identity lag behind growth

At the edge of the sky

 I can't contain the electric chain
it spins and sparks
It connects me to the force beyond
Guaranteeing repetitive victory

These grand worlds exist
 they are ladders you climb
They are symphonies playing
The music through you

You jump between them
You are one note in a vast chord
Cast out toward the stars
Like a fisherman throwing his net

You feel that expansion
Leaking out from another timeline
It's your soul slithering between the planes
It’s your brain temporarily widening its bandwidth

Days when the mind opens the skylight
You may open it immediately
Just don’t remove the roof
Play at the edge of the sky 

Resurrection of Sebastion

 I believe I'm enjoying myself
Ghost on a throne
Noble zombies toast
counting the counties and treasures

Will I exist again
Out of the gloom
manifest into flesh and bone
Capturing life and reacquiring it

The village below moves at the rhythm
that gives my soul relief
forming the body from thin air
I'm really enjoying this

Watch those chartered below
The plodd of the serf
The snarl of the merchant
I salivate

Their mundane routines
satiate my new body

Create her in your mind

 Cross legged checking phone
The spice in the uncaring sigh
Clink clank around
Smell of sweat

So many men pretending
Drenched in their sweat
Trying to scrape by on the standard
Rushed outgoing breaths

You crosslegged in the middle of the noise
On your phone
Preparing for the next exercise
Swinging hair telling your friends the news

Smooth out of the hidden steam
Freshly created in the struggle
I reel it in 
minds like mine need to surf it

Even on those big waves you knock me off
I get back up and invent my own story of who you are
Crosslegged life goes on around
machines move, men grunt hoping to be seen

Uncaring sigh is syrup
I can feel it smell it dream it from anywhere in the city
Slowly creating the person I think you are
But she is not you, you are not her

Nursery rhymes and fairy tales

 Age takes you
pride and responsibility harden you
Visit prisons and hospitals
measure yourself again and again

Ignore those you believe don't understand
how life and it's problems flood in
testing every gram of your spirit
Trying to show you the illusion has no value

Things calm down the world didn't change
But it's back to nursey rhymes and fairytales
A notion that life is something that it purely isn't
But age takes you, disagree with the mirror

keeping up with the trends becomes half hearted
Overspending on your image almost gets questioned
In any game of pretend, in any amazing bluff
It's the person who won't give up the lie

except they don't know it's a lie anymore