Time

Let me learn from the past when need be.
For unless you can teach me how to tell the future,
It is a most futile pursuit.
Let us focus less on the lessons past,
And more on the entirety of now.
I can not go back and change the then,
I can only prepare for what will be.

Messy Room Rap

My room ain’t clean,
Check the scene, gon catch the gangrene
Know whad I mean?
I got cold pizza chillin on a floor thatd freeze ya-feet
Yeah it’s as cold as a witches teat.
Could keep the meat on ice
Call the butcher and tell him thrice,
Ashton Kutcher’s on T.V. and he’s not making nice.
Your gonna get punked;
When you get dooped try not to lose the funk,
Yeah its getting crunk, just don’t get stuck with the top bunk.
The Speakers in your room are mad meeker,
Mine go boom they should call yours squeakers.
But ah, man, I spilt milk on the table,
Wipe it up with mad nice silk, bold GUCCI on the label.
You’d think this was a fable, try not to judge or it’ll come out
Like Cain and Abel.
Dawn the robe; turn the lights down low and heavy on the strobe.
Keep hold
Don’t lose yourself to your frontal lobe as you booze yourself with your pal Max Loeb.
Yo, I got bad Ice and chronic that’s mad nice, its hydroponic, keep it in my set of
Hooked on phonics. This shit’s iconic.
So get pump, jump, bump chests just don’t test
Cause I don’t jest when I say, “Welcome to the big mess.”

Chain of Thoughts

Hope

Hope is what one does when they have given up. Hope is shit. But it’s a nice thought.

What I Am.

Ultimately I am nothing.

But to myself I am everything.

Jug

It often feels like my head is this big container, this jug, and for some reason there’s a hole in it and I’m slowly but surely just losing everything that’s inside.

Real

What is reality but the conclusions of our senses? In the absence of this reality, in the absence of clear and understandable conclusions based upon what we perceive, we in turn let go of rationality and the fear of the unknown consumes us.

Do our senses let us understand the true essence of things or merely give us peace of mind?

Seems familiar

God is the familiarity that makes all things connected, and makes us feel for that which has never felt.

Leader

A leader is someone who can capture the inspiration and will of the people.

?

Is it better to accept and be perfectly content with what you have or is it better to strive and search your whole life in chase of a dream?

Moment

Every moment we have on this Earth is precious, everyday has meaning, you just have to remember to open your eyes.

@)*(@

It’s so easy to lose yourself.

Human

We, as humans, are often caught in the process of looking for that which we know does not exist.

Impure

Everything we consume is dead, we are worse than scavengers picking on rotting flesh. We give life the purpose of death, hundreds of thousands of lives bred and raised to die. We are impure beings.

Hopeless

It feels like god told me a flood was coming and all he gave me was some Elmer’s glue and popsicle sticks.

Fiddle

I always want to be more outgoing but at the same time I don’t think I necessarily like people. I’m not even sure how much I like myself. I’m told we’re only human.

Suicide

I understand the concept and its purpose but I don’t see why one would ever decide that. Perhaps I haven’t suffered enough.

Orange

We never truly know what we’re doing, only when we’re done doing it.

Raspberry

I try to embrace the world and understand my life but my aspiration for control inhibits any progress.

Stuck in the middle

There is nowhere quite as lonesome as the middle of everywhere.

Rarity

Rarely are we truly convinced. Mere acceptance is so often the conclusion of most interactions.

Magazines

Rarely are we presented with the information we wanted to know. The things we so often hear seem like the things they want us to know while the things we so often read, the things they want us to know.

Trails

Strange man’s warpath. Leading most assuredly to ultimate self destruction. Seeking only the death of the now for the hope of the new.

Symbol

May I make myself a symbol so I may live for all time.

Crafted

We are tempered by our insecurities, but when we evolve ourselves beyond judgment what becomes of the self?

River

I think it’s okay to cry yourself a river as long as you remember to swim in it.

Never

Do you ever remember things that never existed?

Smile

I want to kill you, kill you dead,
I want to be in that pretty little
head.
I want to drink all your blood,
I want to play with your guts,
In the mud.
I want to knife, knife your face.
And smother with kisses,
that bloody space.
So when you go to bed at night,
And something doesn't feel quite right.
Its just me waiting,
In delight.
So please do cry,
Howl and moan.
And don't forget to smile,
Cause you're not alone.
I'll be there,
To feast on your bones.

Some people try, try to be sick,
And they write weird things, write em up quick.
But I truly have no greater dream,
Than to hear,
Hear you scream.
:D

Nightmares

This work as a whole is titled Nightmares of the Lucid Dreamer. It’s a funny thing you know, giving this a title, it’s really just a collection of random thoughts, chains of consciousness, all that bullshit that floats through my mind like swirling garbage out at sea. I chose to write this piece as a weak justification for the title of my thoughts. Lucid dreaming is when we realize we are dreaming and then gain control over our dreams. My brother says the best way to tell if your dreaming is if you can change the lights, they say that when you’re dreaming you can’t change the light which is why he says just every now and then if you think you’re dreaming or not to flick the switch. Some kids are really good at math, some have a natural ability in athletics or arts or even writing, I’ve always been a dreamer. Always preferring sleep over just about anything, you see I always seem to dream and the adventures of my subconscious are always unrivaled by the truth of my reality. When I was younger they called me the California kid, I never really understood that, they called me that because in class if I was ever to finish my work early I would sleep and dream. I truly have no greater desire than to sleep, to dream, but the “real” world constantly plagues me in my awakened state. I suppose this is why whenever I am aware of my dreaming and I enter into a state of lucidity it is reality that haunts me. It is the guilt of my dreaming, my need to escape, that casts nightmares. Although I seem to be getting better at ridding myself of the burdens of reality, when I was younger any realization of my existence in my dream world would cause me to picture the truest horrors. I remember imagining myself locked in a sort of ride that moved slowly along tracks, each time I rounded a corner I would imagine the most terrifying thing I could think of. From three little pigs eating human flesh to being consumed by ants while trying to awaken myself, to the immortal monster who seemed the embodiment of fear and killed ruthlessly and mercilessly the loved ones around me. I have always seemed to choose to put myself through hell whenever I am given the opportunity. I have no idea why I do this. Perhaps to me the knowledge that I am dreaming, the truth that there is a “reality” is my nightmare. Thus when I am aware I am dreaming the horror of reality infiltrates my sanctuary and causes me the greatest feelings of fear and sickness. Reality is my nightmare.