Figurative Branches of the Poet's Tree “OH, IS THAT CONCRETE ALL AROUND OR IS IT IN MY HEAD? YEAH, I'M A DUDE.” – “ALL THE YOUNG DUDES” BY MOTT THE HOOPLE When we read poetry, the words that are used to convey a certain idea can mean a number of different things. The word “sea” could equally refer to the sky as it does the ocean. Additionally, in another extension of the word “sea,” we could also supplement the letter “C.” If we apply the patterns and tangential relationships

My Meta Life in Tron “IN THE DAYS OF MY YOUTH I WAS TOLD WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A MAN. NOW I'VE REACHED THAT AGE I'VE TRIED TO DO ALL THOSE THINGS THE BEST I CAN.” – “GOOD TIMES, BAD TIMES” BY LED ZEPPELIN After spending so much time in front of the computer, I had successfully synchronized my brain wave patterns with an absolute system of logic, rules, and infallible functions. My brain was clean from incurring any possible externally-sourced bias or imbalanced. The more time t

“IT’S AN INFINITE SINGLE CALL; IT’S THE ENERGY ABOVE. CONFISCATED CONFUSION, AND THE MESSAGE IS LOVE.” – “SPOKEN TO YOU AND YOU” BY JD STAHL Though I soon became a child who sought to be OF the world like so many of the other children my age, I did so carefully. I had become so accustomed to my language of energy, I found that the only way that I could be simultaneously IN and OF the world was to connect them with a corresponding purpose. From both sides of this internal/ext

Individuated Energy Production (IEP) “BUT IF WE UNDERSTAND ANYTHING OF THE UNCONSCIOUS, WE KNOW THAT IT CANNOT BE SWALLOWED. WE ALSO KNOW THAT IT IS DANGEROUS TO SUPPRESS IT, BECAUSE THE UNCONSCIOUS IS LIFE AND THIS LIFE TURNS AGAINST US IF SUPPRESSED, AS HAPPENS IN NEUROSIS. CONSCIOUS AND UNCONSCIOUS DO NOT MAKE A WHOLE WHEN ONE OF THEM IS SUPPRESSED AND INJURED BY THE OTHER. IF THEY MUST CONTEND, AT LEAST LET IT BE A FAIR FIGHT WITH EQUAL RIGHTS ON BOTH SIDES. BOTH ARE ASPE

Another Degree of Difficulty (ADD) “THIS IS HOW I SHOW MY LOVE. I MADE IT IN MY MIND BECAUSE...BLAME IT ON MY ADD, BABY. THIS IS HOW AN ANGEL DIES. BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE. BLAME IT ON MY ADD, BABY.” – “SAIL” BY AWOLNATION The more that I allowed myself to be consumed by the unlimited number of possible human variables, the word revealed itself to be much stranger than I had previously believed it to be. There didn't seem to be anywhere that I could stop analyzing and e