“You will have to multiply many times your two-fold being and complicate your complexities still further. Instead of narrowing your world and simplifying your soul you will at last take the whole world into your soul, cost what it may, before you are through and come to rest.”
-Herman Hesse-

-RANDOMNESS IS CRITICAL-

-Matthew David Berg-

fire…fire…I’m consumed by fire…a pure…iridescent flame that shadows me like a ghost outside of this machine…I’m saturated by an overzealous energy that pulsates & undulates in accordance with the random structure of nature…& if this is all…& all is one…& one is all…we’ve been set up for a fall…all I think…all I say…all I am…all it plays…all it wills…all in all…build a bridge…scale a wall…fear it as you accept it…crave it as you reject it…curse it…love it…kill it…feed it…find it…fill it…force it…fight it…fuck it…free it…because a wise man once said it’s all in your head…so deny what you see & forget what you read…it’s never as easy as you’d like it to be…a wise man once said be wiser than me…so feel empty when you feel whole…don’t let sorrow take its toll…find the chaos of control…because our souls are made of glass…these feelings will soon pass & the distant future is as present as the past…

the modern world is so passé…envisioning new worlds on the way…modern people are in such a hurry…in my tree I watch them scurry…modern people love to dance…they know nothing of romance…the modern world is so passé…diluted dreams for slaves who say…everything must end this way…I’ll set to slumber all best laid plans…I’ll never be a material man…

you have to steal knowledge from the pockets of the dead…you have to wrestle giants & demand immortality’s attention…you have to experience a lifetime to understand a moment…you have to return to the source … without remorse…& prove once again that you exist…so don’t resist…it still persists & will insist…that it’s restless and it’s after me…this surging pulse of energy…this reckless shadow chasing me…into the arms of entropy…it’s restless & it’s after you…there is nothing you can do…silly boy don’t look so blue…it’s meant to be I thought you knew…the only constant is that the world is churning irreversibly into dissolution & we…like everything…will never return to our original self…

forward…she cried…I laughed…she implied…that we have somewhere to go…that has always been here…you don’t need reasons to live…when you have nothing to fear …shine your soul through the surface & wear your mind on your sleeve…you may lose countless lives…but not one you should grieve…because the world is besieged with transient souls whose wandering is incessant & isolated…an elaborate manipulation of space…they circle a center that gravitates toward a fate worse than nothingness…their presence is inescapable…the dull…hideous…drone of their harmonics is faltering into the great white noise of complacency…I filtered through the masses of mutated monkeys & found their malicious malevolence to be a magnanimous…egomaniacal…rhapsody in gray…liberate your imaginary enemies from their self-polluted prisons with a vision of Rome burning…languish with your volatile heart held high & empty the contents of your soul into the space between…split the seam & don’t forget your dreams…were you tempted with the illusion of flight…did you trust your friends @ the bottom of night…did you seek solace from a displaced soul…did you learn that love was not loss of control…

it was a boisterous…salacious & lascivious evening as the moon casually glanced over our shoulders & into a future we were suspiciously unprepared for…she said her name was fearless…but that was a lie…the vertigo of her smile revealed a subterranean sorrow that hid below an opaque surface …her mind was a phantasmagoric orgy of slide show memories…her passion was numbed by the innocuous pursuit of pleasure…poison & pretty much whatever you got…she was obviously exhausting her natural resources …she was a rebel star…in violent contemplation…her venomous kiss…was a mute invitation…she was wide like the sky & as radiant as the sun…she was a foul mouthed siren…who had barely begun…& to tell you the truth…I fucking loved her…

we overheard laughter conversing with silence & their nonstop drunken babble was a cacophony of orchestrated madness…harmonies of nonsense…a chorus in tongues…we were amused but still confused by all the useless information that subversively betrayed our best intentions…we partied with our surer-egos in the dungeons of our id…we vandalized our souls…murdered innocence & ate christians @ the coliseum…we were martyrs for a god we were superfluously unaware of…we were a non-violent movement spiraling surreptitiously outside of earth’s gravitational pull…our indifference was cathartic…a shedding of skin…a blood letting…an ephemeral awakening in descent…a catastrophic meltdown we couldn’t prevent…we were attaining critical mass & the moment before we spontaneously combusted…we were enlightened…we were exactly where we were supposed to be…we were the crescendo in a decadent melody…passengers of a colic destiny…prisoners of ambiguous realities & life can be expected to casually…randomly & methodically… change the rules & suffer the fools…my sins have left me unsatisfied & suspicious of gravity…

we were possessed by the ubiquitous spirit that guides a poet through hell…we ravenously fed off the same light that illuminates & awakens torpid souls from a mystic slumber…we struggled for a truth we couldn’t hope to explain…we knew we’d never unconditionally inhabit the space we contained…our hearts were consumed by a self destructive desire to rapaciously dance through rings of fire…we felt the blind contempt of an emetic attitude & infected others with our conscious disease… we suckled off the same source that inspires a poet to lie…a painter to assume & a lover to hate…we’ve become everything we wanted to be…seduced by the possibilities…


Einstein was right…time doesn’t matter to space & energy is the indestructible force that holds consciousness in place …Coltrane was right…you should grow to mistrust all that is solid…everything great behaves like the sea…all inward movements return to an amorous source…succumb to the sound as you ascend gracefully…Picasso was right…alter your perception & leave your feet @ the door…what will shine will sing…what will sing will soar…Huxley was right…we live on a island & write poems in the sand…we die failing to express what we don’t understand…Rilke was right…you have to race toward the open…unfurl your wings & instigate flight…we’re soldiers fighting battles against the temptations of night…Rimbaud was right…we play the fool for a king who mocks our confusion…rebellion’s a book devoid of conclusions…love is a volatile intoxication…genius emits alien vibrations…invite the spirit & the world rushes in…impoverish your senses & pay for your sins…Freud was right…we assimilate…over-stimulate & regurgitate…but did he have to kill love & instigate…the institutional asphyxiation of the imagination… Burroughs was right…life is substance…not meaning… Herman was right…you must carry on dreaming…Buddha was right…meet life with a grin…Jesus was right…the light is within…did you know that knowledge is a monument in clay…molded by you…

the existentialist cries…why should I care…the enlightened man cries…nothing is there…the evolutionist cries…I have somewhere to go…the intellectual cries…I don’t fear what I know…the socialist cries…I won’t fall out of line…the physicist cries…it’s matter not time …the immaterialist cries…I’m not what I own…the artist cries…I feel so alone… the minimalist cries…I’ll live with less…the psychiatrist cries…I think I’m depressed…the capitalist cries…I don’t have enough…the simple man cries…life’s not that tough…the psychic cries…I follow the stars…the balanced man cries…I don’t take it too far…the nihilist cries…I’ll tear it down…the musician cries…I’m seduced by the sound…the anarchist cries…I’ll feed you confusion…the magician cries…life is illusion…

tap into the vein of your true self & unleash a truth so overpowering…so debilitating…that you stand speechless & as still as a stone in its vacuous presence…examine sorrow & joy & you’ll find lovers…entangled in a tempestuous & lethal embrace…craving structure…balance… symmetry… face a sullen & passionless wall of death…exorcise demons from the belly of the beast & emancipate them from your burdened soul with the ferocity of a million golden rays of understanding…feel the true nature of this & a peace that terrifies… feel the solitude of a star & a molecules infinite existence…feel the callous embrace of being & centuries of sorrow…feel the betrayal of love in excess & a fearless recovery…feel the future & past collide…feel the moment…