by Trenton Krzyzowski
I
Paintbrush vs oppressive collective consciousness
Back from the dead
Blood flows healthy through his veins
Proper pressure
HDL’s and LDL’s in check
Heart alive beating
With hearty multigrains
Doctor’s table on
Light switch
Satori
Truly alive
“Living life to the fullest, are we now?”
Personally, I prefer natural food and exercise, deliberate consumption in everything I explore in the name of high-rode spiritual experience,
To make myself feel good, proud, happy, and everything positive we live for to break darkness with light and joy in an indifferent universe
Our instincts crave enlightenment like food
To conjure light in the darkness with the power of mind manifestation to be fulfilled and content
Despite the betrayal, revenge of deception
And narcissism
Unless you are a psychopath and lying to yourself
There is a reason ASPD is abnormal
The norms
The rules
Didn’t they think to break them?
Once?
Even in Kindergarten?
Sunflower in a red clay pot
Basking in the sunny window
Of a third-story Brooklyn apartment complex
“Choose to be fulfilled in everything you do
That’s the land of the free, after all!
Slave-owner capitalism still makes our legislation.”
Tell that secret fleshy, hidden private place,
Love and joy and peace hold more power
All the classic hero stories are true
You want to be on the right side of history
The side the big Hollywood producers make the big bucks with
Telling YOUR story
“Why do you care about money?”
You say in response to my statement.
I hear a crash in the innumerable nebulas in the universe
I gawk into space
Observing my inner world astutely
Completion
Egoless form
Self brought up
In Siddhārtha’s light
A universe of nihilism and emptiness without our notions of God to save us from the great despair
without melody as an action that is inherently and always positive, the place we can get as close to God as possible in this indifferent universe, to create meaning in
A void
A void of dread, guilt, hurt, and murder
A deep ravine
Magnificent sparkling blackberry jam drooping and shitting down the spine of the atmosphere
stars represent repressed neural synapses with all the new connections and ideas the man you’re talking to is showing you with his speech
Burning synapses throughout your body
You feel the suffering of Christ on the cross
Are you a Christian?
Are you a Catholic?
Are you Abraham?
Are you a Jew?
“Fuck off with your trifling, silly personality!”
Limited identity perception of spectacle external and NOT internal to the absolute notions of self and honest truth of identity where true
Spiritual atonement
Empowerment in balance
Is found
Surface level deep
To be successful in today’s world
Your playgrounds aren’t my Playgrounds
Let alone my daughter’s
Your clever cunning doesn’t fool me
An objective, observable, empirically justified reality.
No, the hyperreal is when the symbol is indistinguishable from such a profound objective “reality,” Baudrillard
Where we can no longer tell the difference
That’s social media
That’s Instagram
That’s TikTok
It’s YouTube
Oh, how you and your reels make you a shallow agent of perception
Experience honest truth conception identity in the dynamics of life
Not the shallowness of a screen
A cubicle
Empowerment now, instead
Well, I’ll tell you, I am more than another Peter Griffin
Adult Swim Sitcom Cartoon T.V. show
I was born to see the world
I was born to explore
II
Once enslaved people
Now slaves to thoughts
To perceptions
To Status quo misconceptions
Given labels that imply less talent
In our American cultural lexicon
Because the systems we are controlled by still think of “Blacks” as slaves
Taught Blacks are slaved assumptions about what’s capable
Us vs them is racist rhetoric
The difference in the other is racist rhetoric
Skin-color race is a construct
We are one human race
SCIENCE
There is no difference
Constructs made for imperium
Deceive power from thinking and love
But true POWER is always positive
AND true POWER always prevails
A man died in the street Arbitrarily
He can’t breathe
Stepping on his neck
The system functions without borning minds with your best interest in THEM.
III
The weather isn’t too bad today.
A thin man in a tux
With his purple shirt and Turquoise tie
His elongated
distorted
Tenor saxophone
played whined out drug-infested wizard bebop rhinoceros giraffe flip flop flute flown carried away and free with the wings of seraphim
Holding itself up just good enough for the comforting winds of heaven to extract through the hot, stale summer air
Cool and Relaxed
Balancing the room
“The Open Apparatus! The
Wide Hugging Sales Take The Navigation Quest Onto The Baltic Sea
Floating Into Infinity!!”
Dr. Stephen Hawking
His final academic paper,
“Theory of eternal inflation is wrong.” (U. Cambridge, 2018)
The train is embarking on the Journey
“Quick, make it to the platform, Mary Ann!
LOOK, it’s a poet with a shotgun for a wit sitting in the train on the floor beneath me;
Lotus position.”
“A Buddhist,” we all thought to herself
and in front of me, her hair is somewhat wild and overgrown
The saxophone comes back from a brief hiatus for a clever solo
“The band is really playing alive tonight!”
I scratched my throat with the rhythm.
As loud as a man needs to rhyme in his Ocean Hue Hours
To wake up through the nightmares without a headache
To get through the day without regret
No need to phone home
Mom or Dad
Uncles or Aunts
I am still on the train, but I am bleeding out the best part of my heart just the same.
“Freedom!”
The scholar locked up in the penitentiary library
Only to be burned in another South Chicago gang war
Oh, Christ, my lungs are burning with pot smoke.
And many before me were arrested, whole lives robbed, just for possessing a spliff.
The 13th amendment
It’s still legal to own slaves In America
Empowered, we, by infinite enlightenment and the access of empathy and openness instead.
To understand, one must be open to know
Humility is the essence of Wisdom
God’s called me before
I answered
We’re good friends now
I talk to him every Friday
At least
Prayer guides my non-ego sentient self to the path of joy
And flourishing
And enlightened
Love
Pure Awareness!
Enlightenment actualized!
Every moment I take
For our overall well-being!
Satori
Satori
Satori
For all!
“Japhy!”
I do onto others as I would do myself
I give back with my gifts, talents, and skills!
“Merry Christ man, Mr. Christmas tree!
The lights sure are beautiful on this Chicago winter snow layer we’re looking at here!”
The Coca-Cola Santa Clause symbol billboard sign becomes neon amplified hyperreal,
Indistinguishable from an empowered understanding of profound “objective” reality, remember?
I stare up into the street
Puddle,
Thoughts and facts make no distinctions in our understanding of this postmodern condition.
To heal the very trauma America has caused innocent and beaten-down souls
We need our muscles to grow back from the tears
Roses to grow back from the wounded flesh
Thorns blistering and bleeding with cured rejuvenated sorrow
Tough and robust warrior backs earned and fought in Eisenhauer’s war
Survived antebellum slavery
Impervious to the chinks of lesser men
Not much has changed since then, Vietnam
“WE ARE THE SAME!”
A storm rolls in from the distant hills, valleys, and mountains I see outside the window of my train ride.
Warm lavender, grey thunder cloud with hopeful Jedi blue underlying with spontaneous and sudden lighting
In deep history
Deep memory
Repressed unconscious self
Why do we all associate change with positivity?
Even the conservatives now ridicule the conservatives of the past
Do they see a pattern?
The court Jester comes bursting in like the Kool-Aid man!
It’s Festy the Clown, after all!
Blaw, boom, bap
Splash!
The clown entered the kiddy pool in the most dramatic way!
All the children were screaming, and I wondered when the last time anyone had cleaned the floor of this bus.
Or was there no need for mops in Dreamland?
Mickey mouse masked man stares down at me condescendingly
He spoke with the dark, deep bass frequencies of a demon, and I knew he was bad news once his hot oriental dinner breath started to burn my skin
Magenta vibrancies ooze out of him with untrustworthy energy
A natural spiritual weed of a man in my garden of blissful, joyful fulfillment
In key
It’s c Major
Something mystical and magical in the Lydian mode, like Yoda’s theme, sweeps through the soundtrack.
“It’s gonna sell!”
“Soundtrack” section in every Record shop
BOOMING BUSINESS
BOOMING SPEAKERS
Or hopeful, like the main theme
Passing through and elevating and transcending the empowerment of
My Rhythm Section
My Boots and Cats
I see the blissful, enlightened power of peace and truth
Knowledge and wisdom, most importantly knowledge to achieve this goal
Listen to the mage who will save your life when you need his loyalty most
I wouldn’t want to see the fire wizard come out and destroy what you rebuild with health potions and literal light emerging out of his hands
Prophet Man
Court Jester
To play doctor on your wounds and deep private scatological
vulnerabilities, and sensitivities, you should be proud of a butterfly coming out of the cocoon
Not ashamed as a mere puppet in the game of corporate 15-floor skyscraper Manhattan building string-dancing deception
“Come on, man, you know who’s really in control of the law
It’s where the big bucks are, man
Open your eyes and ground yourself by touching the grass every now and then.
Don’t let those evil magenta vibrancies ruin your capabilities of achieving enlightened, positive, blissful Zen God’s mind energy.
See through the blissful perception of the deep inner God consciousness we’ve repressed in our unconscious.”
He morphed into Alan Watts.
Now he’s a gifted and enlightened brilliant genius, an insightful, empowered guru ready to save our endarkened minds with the power of significant liberated and enlightening intellect, manifestation higher will Krishna Buddha, all-connected God.
Naomi Ginsberg consciousness.
Grounded consciousness,
Amen
Real authentic fucking Jazz
I look outside the window
A mosquito lands
Yellow mustard oozes out of him
Crushed by the shadows in the distant mountain, he was
Is that correct?
Or are we experiencing a real zinger?
“Now that we are enjoying our fine Indian dinner on this date, I took the train an hour to see you, Lorain.
Do you love me?
Should I want you to save me from my loneliness?”
“You have no need for me to save you, silly goat, man. You’re a man of letters, aren’t you? You’ll never be alone in your classical labyrinths of puzzling meaning to be deciphered and liberated in the experience of, liberated in the experience of genuine enlightenment, which we can now access through your work as a vessel into the mind of prophetic heaven. Just like all the great spiritual texts from which your craft originated from, The Bible — nothing inherently matters in the universe – the only difference now is you’re the prophet, and you make up however you want the masses to think about the spiritual and emotional quality of their lifestyle. You make the bible. Remember to stay positive!”
Loraine’s face started melting, and her eyes rolled out of her skull until there was nothing left but a skeleton carcass.
“Oh no!” I yelled
I missed her already
The rest of the restaurant attendees merely looked over in our direction with minimal concern or even interest, returning to their meals as if nothing extraordinary, fantastic, or strange had happened.
“Everything is normal.”
The waiter returned
“Are you ready for your check?”
As I tried to contain my grief and sorrow
“I’m the spiciest option you’ve got!” Korma
The poet must keep up with the best latest and brightest styles cultural movements research professional shows him when he wakes up with his pen grasping enlightenment, University botany facilities, greenhouse gardens, genuinely he didn’t have to make a choice at that point because his writing blackening pages with innovative and bubbling giddy ink is precisely the trail God walked his hand down to manifest the power of enlightenment and Truth in a world dominated by the dark self-interest of Machiavellian conniving manipulation, pierce through the noise with my ever sharper pen, bright, blistering, wart, festering and cutting the deepest softest and most vulnerable parts of our inner crab meat squishy gushy souls and hearts blood now flows and oozes toxic waste pushing through your veins desperate for Life suffocation on the spit of Satan but who knows and appeals such a cantankerous racket in the bakery foyer where a young man is being asked a woman’s hand in marriage “pardon me madam but I have no company in your business and games.” I sweat out the hate, but hatred still runs rampant. If only the masses could read my mind’s eye, then WE will be liberated!
The knowledge of genuine experiences of enlightenment accessible through
The scroll
The page
Platonic plates of the social movements, our potential defines plausible actualizing.
It’s fucking with me.
Stuck in the deep currents of mystification
But it’s not that simple
All human action will fall apart from true significance
Beneath
The best we can do is accept our limitations
And find contentment and gratitude for what we do have
all we need is peace
Over-determined from the outside
Fanon said
Humans invented race in slavery
The path God walked me down to save us all from suffering and my best, most holistic regenerated form like a lizard’s tail at the mercy of a child’s butterknife
heal the wounds of prejudice, showing evil
good intuitive shifts in upper-handed control
The mysterious, foggy, and shadowy room dissipates.
A piercing light clears my sight to see a miraculous fright: a Miltonian maggot rotten corpse man walking back up on all two feet, a dark, hairy scary Baphomet moral balance creature. Oh goodness, now before the hard dirt-packed sand Texas ground fell from beneath us and we all fell into hell, our justified vengeance, the devil man will pay the price. We’ll show them which Superior higher power is really in control of this chess match!
We overcome Evil.