MANUAL
MANiA
Create
upon a memory a Universe,
diverse
in oh so many ways.
Knowledge
requires rest for proper maintenance.
It
takes great energy to acquire it.
Perseverance
is a precious commodity.
It
likes to swim sparingly.
The
ability to learn is essential.
It
admires persistence.
We may
have been created as fools and some believe we are.
Fruit
of the land, please lend us a hand.
We
promise to stop the abuse.
We
love to live on this land.
This
may be just an excuse.
Wanting
a tether, we fear an escape,
At
least one which may take us far from where we are now.
One
escape where we just might know if we may ever
be
able to return back to normal.
Eating
the fruit, bite after bite, we escape into a moon inspired roller
coaster plunge crashing with wet maturity, infused by rapid fire
sensations and melodramatic emotions, splattering ever so gracefully
upon our wondrous desires as we feel the flickering of the
effervescent moonlight inspired rush cascading into us from the
frozen moments which I vaguely seem to remember were joyously
inviting us to espouse and devour the bite sized doses we chose to
partake in only a few fleeting and sparse lapsing moments ago.
Radioactive
synchronicity is the latest art form or should I say craft. The
steady tide of the ocean is marvelous, perilous and steady. Fresh
water is bountiful and ever so full of divine grace and beauty.
We
drink. We think. We love.
We
learn. We do. We trespass.
We see
a lot. We question a lot.
The
lot will seldom change.
We
must always remember to create a lot.
In oh
so many ways, our plunge is over. We want to take it again. We can
remember to keep swimming with the flow next time around. The
scrapes we get always have a story to tell, a story to remember. A
story for me, a story for you and a story for everyone else, as well.
Regrets,
I'm ever so grateful for them all.
I'm
looking forward to repeating them or
will I
choose to learn the lesson, next time around?
Shifting
into mania, driven by a purpose for possibly complete and total self
destruction, I shift once more, oh boy, the clutch is broken!
Full
speed action, straight ahead!
Baby,
do you want to see me dead?
Did
you ever remember what I've said?
What
was that tasty fruit you fed, to me?
It was
the manual mania, I see.
What
have you managed to do to me,
this
time around the track?
Oh
yes, now I remember,
you
chose to be Jill and I chose to be Jack.
