jaybeasley2

on the power of one day’s concentration
vocal as a concert audience
energy has begun to rise up once again
red sunsets like a reminder about tomorrow
leaving the past in its drawer
otherwise facing the storm with no armour
only my destination matters to me anymore
keep on rolling right on through after
chugging enough beer and shots for a construction crew
haven’t stopped now and won’t anytime soon
offering up my life to make your existence better
signals which I know means I will always help you
eventually the waves crash together
need you in my life now more than ever

Art, literature, myth and cult, philosophy,

and ascetic disciplines are instruments to help the individual past his limiting horizons

into spheres of ever-expanding realization. As he crosses threshold after threshold,

conquering dragon after dragon, the stature of the divinity that he summons to his

highest wish increases, until it subsumes the cosmos.. Finally, the mind breaks the

bounding sphere of the cosmos to a realization transcending all experiences of form—all

symbolizations, all divinities: a realization of the ineluctable void…

the things we remember after all the years are like
a furious wheel that will not stop
in the edge of our minds if it is enough impact
letting the mind know where not to go
can you see the next years end and
have you seen again your best friend
all of us suffer in our own way
stay the person you know you should be
every distraction is just something to avoid