moving forward. |
we all live in this grand illusion.we all must decide if our illusion is basically good- or basically bad.i'd like to think that our illusions are good to the extent we are conscious of them.i've been...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Fri, 09 May 2008 09:47:00 PST |
infinity dances...... |
infinity dances,and with every stepwe realize the beauty to our confusion.as doors open,with a cascade of brilliancewe are dumb founded-in awe-mouths open at our ignorant imagerythat never ceases to d...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 07:46:00 PST |
feed me lies, youre so beautiful |
hey stranger,i wouldn't call you my enemyi'd call you my friend till i shipped off to seaand i'd hide in the barrelsand write you lettersover and overtill it made me feel betterand i know i'm no...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 12:21:00 PST |
nothingness |
i tremble in my own arrogance as the world crashes around me.i find no shelteri drag my legs behind me like broken bags of guilt.i am blinking.the stars are too pretty.i want to hide from myself.the b...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 10:08:00 PST |
age of truth. |
i think that the essence of all human consciousness is emptiness.we are all absolute nothingness.the only thing that divides humans is symbols.the only thing that makes us "individuals" is the symbols...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 12:01:00 PST |
mind fuck |
My lungs are in a panic from that last cigarette, And my brain bleeds so I won't ever forget, The places I seen, and the things that I've read, From the dreams that I've dreamt, and the scars that ...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 10:56:00 PST |
thoughts and methamphetamine. |
who am i fighting for?what am i against?at the end of my conclusions, i am fighting the concept of "knowing".to completely hold faith in anything.it's not the the truths that the systems hold necessar...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 11:09:00 PST |
you and i. |
you and me,oh how i love the sound,but i've lost myself in the crowd,i'd paint you a picture with my words,and you'd tell me ,i was a poet with too many dreams,and how i don't give a fuck yet i still ...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 06:15:00 PST |
stranger |
An existence plagued with foot tapping and day dreaming."Who the fuck are you""Who the fuck am i?"These thoughts that create feeling.These endorphins.Those drugs. My mind is beautiful.My life is beaut...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 07:09:00 PST |
conclude. |
my words are only as meaningful as you allow them to be.my actions are only as sincere as the insecurities your mind reflects.i am no magician.i can't even change your mind.any change my voice brings ...
Posted by benjamin tod flippo on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 10:09:00 PST |
