Two separate dimensions, same girl, different lives, one is preppy and successful, one is lazy and depressing, eventually, the lazy one realizes, that was her, but her mind, subconsciously moved away from that life, that was ages ago, a separate eternity, that girl, it wasn’t someone she wanted to be, why, who knows, there’s a reason, the universe exists as it does, it moved on, it processed many things, moving, transforming, where will it settle, maybe it will happen, maybe never, I plan to write this story, but alas, there’s so much to do, will I ever, there’s more to this story, there could be a flow goddess, an ocean of reasons, so many details, god’s control panel, maybe she worked in retail, do you ever get the feeling, the heavens are hiding from you, what I intended, when I first started writing, was for me to be clear, shed light, on all the things I feel, Earth, I grew up here, maybe I was a normal boy, long ago, before I reached higher, inadvertently, gifted with godhood, oh, so many stories, maybe it can all be contained in mortality, all of this, I see it with humanity, what we want to be, it makes sense, as you get higher, you start to wonder, why was I liar, why did I blame the friar, then you think, Eureka, it is simply architecture, my love for rebellion, if there’s room, I always fit it in, my god, the ocean is so powerful, climbing inside, releasing the pressure, the waves push and they pull, I’m getting hot, Kronk, pull the lever, or keep going, feel the fever, this poetry really pushes things past the tolerance point, I fear some of you can’t take it, but your ignorance, allows you to face it, maybe it will linger, hiding in your subconscious, till the day, you make use of it, climb those stairs, little one, offer me your soul when you get to heaven, or try to jump, try to face your father alone, give in, wait for it, let it climb, build, and build, till you let out a moan, its true we are family, but I’m just a Fillipino dude, only human, I am selfish, the leaves falling, the cookie crumbling, some of you are fated to grow, climb higher, but some of you, don’t know how to manage your debt, I fear you’ll fall, but maybe you have a saving grace, pray you make it through the fire, but what do I know, I’m just a mountain cock, a comedian, I don’t want to be funny, but maybe some of you laugh, the demarcation point, the line, crap, Chris Pratt, how much will you give, how much are you willing to offer, there’s a road through hell, a blue-eyed baby, a round, plump ass, daddy, give it to me faster, how long will you last, before you’re reduced to ashes, the heavens, demanding it all back, will you make it through the roller-coaster, maybe, my father has a plan for all of us, maybe the devil sees you, he likes it, when you shake your ass, does he have a plan for you, the West must go far, but how long, your dick inside, humping for hours, everyone gets fucked, but sometimes you can’t even cum, so much frustration, what am I talking about, maybe I’m hungry for dog shit, of fuck, I think I am, whatever, everyone wants to have fun, maybe the heavens are the same, a well placed thumb, oh shit, that’s the spot, why did you place it there, the g-spot button, alright, I’m done, why am I so dirty, I miss my mum, oh, bloody Mary, maybe I ran out of time, couldn’t make it, to protest your wedding, maybe I dared risk everything, the ocean waves, and my wife, it all has to end sometime, the waves push and they pull, the next generation, and the intentions of our forefathers, but we all have to wade through the dirt, that’s just life, I’m looking for the ending of this poem, but maybe its about the universe, and its bound to end on the wrong note, murder she wrote, I might as well, continue to talk, about how often, I think of Elizabeth Olsen, having children, maybe she’ll look past, the sexual harassment, I forget I’m a stone, water-worn, and willing to settle, looking out from the shore, to the horizon, maybe one day I'll be better, I should write her a love letter.

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