11/29/11-11.30.11

Lost things, in a clean room.
In return, forgotten memories reappear before my eyes.
Overwhelmed by. Thoughts, or the cling of coffee.
Good times.
Simplicity. to be glad to have a bed!!!
everytime I need to come back to you.
Away from a scary reality. Outside they scream the first amendment,
but reminding myself the third.
I can't say thanks. Because we do not understand each other.
Polar opposites, inbetween stands
"I". and "don't"; and "no".
Forgotten to be written in books,
or on the internet,
by people who were born before I,
let them live in my insipiration, 
by living the moment and sharing the air .
Divination like love it bewares
a fire. Flame. Energy, in the game is not lost or transformed by definition,
somewhere else it has been gained,
plane jane, playin along the words,
freedom flying birds the prey is
inside a bigger brain,
until fate recognizes balance. I can't say thanks

sunny everyday in california

inside my mind, a universe infinite unable to be defined, because
of the everchanging kind. we call ourselves individuals,
in the residual habitual ego, we face in the wilderness country
I have been born into. let who do that to go where I go
through who no clue but to find out to know
where others have been through, outside sick its cold coughing
people with flu whatchugonna do when they beat you.
opposites attract because they are the same too. words are
powerful when you use them to assist you.