Books
Pudi wants a blank space
Mark Bowers
Intoxicated
Prologue
Intoxicated is a feeling. It’s the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you meet a new lover. Your next day piss pants after having had one too many the night before, and you couldn’t make it to the bathroom because you reached blackout status. Intoxicated is when you’re so in love with someone that you become blinded by the feeling even though you know wrong isn’t right, and you’re still doing that wrong to be with that someone. Intoxicated is fighting your inner demons, so you can become strong enough to keep the outer demons away.
Point is. We’re all intoxicated with something, whatever that may be. It could be a person, a place, or an object. There are some things in our lives that we let take complete control of ourselves; our mind states, our friends, our lovers, our families, alcohol, shopping, and the list goes on. In my life I’ve become intoxicated with many things and it’s the pushes and pulls within these intoxications that have made my life interesting. The should I, or shouldn’t I be doing this, and everything in between. Now, I ask you the question, what are you intoxicated with?
What is intoxicated?
Is it buoyant?
is it a buoy floating thereafter?
Rising and falling within a tide
A wave’s crescendo
Fleeting before your eyes
To Capture to behold it, is to get a grip.
To capture, to behold it, is to take the trip.
The One, Behind the Wheel
Strapped in so tight, so markedly
These emanations that I let you see are painted brash, poignantly.
This is my transmission, and it is overheating.
Everything is fleeting, a constant deletion.
An idle that is stuck too high
Somewhere between park and overdrive.
Grinding the gears,
Working the engine,
As it’s billowing out smoke
Fighting for its life.
Right before it’s about to blow
To cease and desist
It remembers its reason
And starts to shift.
And for a moment it goes into drive
And fights the fight for life
It falls into gear
And knows how to steer
Chaining its components
With the one—
—behind the wheel.
Pudi wants a blank space
Day Tripper
Prologue
But we know where we’ve been
So we put our hands on the wheel
And started driving again
California
No amount of telling
Or showing
Until they recognize the feeling
But how are they shown with heads in the clouds?
How are they shown with heads to the ground?
Everything in front of their eyes
The third wall is the third eye
We’re all on the world’s stage
Trying to survive
Trying not to lose our minds
But when we can’t be ourselves
We can only be blind
We can only be ourselves
When we fully participate
And interact with our audiences
On whatever platform that may be
But in our society the proper practice
Is division before unity
Lets be derogatory to homosexuality
I guess adultery must’ve hit its peak
In the 1960s with JFK and that whole conspiracy
Are we the character
Is the audience ever truly there?
How do we ever know
What we’re doing is right
Or what is even right
When all the light that’s been shed
Has been turned into the night
Until the dots finally supersede
Into connections
Infused by solder
In a state of flux
When the so called ‘stars’ align
It will be our time
From microcosm to macrocosm
To the cosmos themselves
From the detritus to the stardust
We will all be lit up
Infused by the stars
And powered by the sun
When the audience becomes the performer
And the performer becomes the audience
It’s not just a concert, it’s not just a show
It’s one consciousness created by the moment
Those are the ones that last forever
Those aren’t random
If the consistency is created inside of ourselves
By the creation of unity in the face of division
Instead of splicing our energies
It’s time we spread them
Make the people move
We are movement
When the third wall breaks
So does the third eye
Both invisible barriers
Only a matter of time
Show your true being because if to yourself you are blind
There is nothing else anyone can see
Until you open your mind.
If you like what you see, and want to read further, you can email me directly for inquiries: Mark@iamonthespot.com. I do not have the manpower for a store right now. In the future, if volume increases, one will be opened.