I detach so easily
From this reality
My mind's far off
And my bodies
Asleep
That now I feel
So lost
From too much
Distance of interest
That my whole worlds
Off in the delusion
Of normalcy
And they say
It can be done
That life is salvageable
If you just have
Some fun
But me
I see the rotting truth
That things stay tainted
Even after a wash
And maybe death is close
So close I can taste it
Now
Now with my wit
My wisdom and sorrow
I can pass on somberly
And not worry about tomorrow
Yes my worries
My pains and sufferings
They are nothing in light
Of my gifts and blessings
But even those seem so
Broken and old
That my heart cannot settle
For them anymore
And who am I hurting
If I give in to this
Demon that's following
Only I know the truth
And that's a lot of
Cross bearing
Do I seize this curse
And turn it into a
Cure that saves me
From eternal burning
And thus I ask myself
Where have I gone
To wander so far
And see no return
How lost am I if
There's no end in
Sight
What's to become
Of this reality
I set forth to
In plight.
Words bind us, words break us. Words we create and try to erase have all come to find truth in the fact that in understanding life we make words come alive.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Sweet
Just like a breeze
In the summer sun
By a beach
Of irresistible
Yearning to
Be closer
To you
Tender
Just like a fruit
Ripe in the season
Of the country side
Of strong intuitions
Driving me to
Be closer
To you
Warm
Just like a fire
Crisp and snappy
Of the bark oh so rare
Feeding the fire to
Be closer
To you
Bright
Just like a star
Distant yet possible
Of the night sky
So quiet and secure with
Having you near by
Just like a breeze
In the summer sun
By a beach
Of irresistible
Yearning to
Be closer
To you
Tender
Just like a fruit
Ripe in the season
Of the country side
Of strong intuitions
Driving me to
Be closer
To you
Warm
Just like a fire
Crisp and snappy
Of the bark oh so rare
Feeding the fire to
Be closer
To you
Bright
Just like a star
Distant yet possible
Of the night sky
So quiet and secure with
Having you near by
I wanna believe my
My my my
Stories going to be
Told
I wanna know my
My my my
Decisions aren't
Changing their minds
I wanna see my
My my my
Hopes come alive
Again
I wanna feel my
My my my
Emotions as they're
Meant to be felt
I wanna leave my
My my my
Ideas somewhere someone
Can find when I'm gone
And that's all
That's all
My my my
Stories going to be
Told
I wanna know my
My my my
Decisions aren't
Changing their minds
I wanna see my
My my my
Hopes come alive
Again
I wanna feel my
My my my
Emotions as they're
Meant to be felt
I wanna leave my
My my my
Ideas somewhere someone
Can find when I'm gone
And that's all
That's all
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Is this a game
We love to play
A tragedy
We mask
With solemn looks
And tired eyes
That close too fast
Tell me something
Good today
Don't remind
Me of yesterday
There is a sound
Slow to make me rise
But rushes blood
To my heart
These are the words
We love to let hang
Once we let them free
Waiting for
Something bigger
To join them
Or tear them down
In the after math
Of you and me
There is a face
Haunting the memories
That once lived beyond
The mind
Is this where
The world sits
After everything
Floats on
In a gust-less
Atmosphere
Of silence
Marking the hours
With which we
Erased from history
Just moments ago
We love to play
A tragedy
We mask
With solemn looks
And tired eyes
That close too fast
Tell me something
Good today
Don't remind
Me of yesterday
There is a sound
Slow to make me rise
But rushes blood
To my heart
These are the words
We love to let hang
Once we let them free
Waiting for
Something bigger
To join them
Or tear them down
In the after math
Of you and me
There is a face
Haunting the memories
That once lived beyond
The mind
Is this where
The world sits
After everything
Floats on
In a gust-less
Atmosphere
Of silence
Marking the hours
With which we
Erased from history
Just moments ago
Clean
And wet
Sober
And fresh
These are
The things
That keep
You sane
And fed
Run now
Run
Don't let
Them catch you
Yet
A melody or two
A song for you
Let the dreamer's
Head fill with
A dreadful thread
Of possible love
Instead
Jump no
Jump
Don't trip
Over bundles of
Lies
And an hour
None the less
Falls into
The past
With no worm hole
To get back
Now that time is
Precious again
Avoid all leads
As if they were
Plagued by the ghosts
Of the sea
Sanity and rest
What a drugged up
Mess
To collect and collect
And then let them
All fall
Without any hesitation
At all
And wet
Sober
And fresh
These are
The things
That keep
You sane
And fed
Run now
Run
Don't let
Them catch you
Yet
A melody or two
A song for you
Let the dreamer's
Head fill with
A dreadful thread
Of possible love
Instead
Jump no
Jump
Don't trip
Over bundles of
Lies
And an hour
None the less
Falls into
The past
With no worm hole
To get back
Now that time is
Precious again
Avoid all leads
As if they were
Plagued by the ghosts
Of the sea
Sanity and rest
What a drugged up
Mess
To collect and collect
And then let them
All fall
Without any hesitation
At all
Monday, November 08, 2010
And a day of no
Production
Is a day of total
Destruction
To the constant
Building
We set out to
Construct
From day one
Breathe and be
Free
Don't get weighed
Down by confusing
Philosophies
Go out with purpose
And understandance
That life is
More than buildings
And asphalts
On which you walk on
But ideas and notions
That keep people
Going if nothing
Else like the sun
And nature around
Them makes
Them wanna get up
And love them
And the day of no
Production
Is a day of enlightenment
And growth that
We as humans need
Every time we go under
Production
Is a day of total
Destruction
To the constant
Building
We set out to
Construct
From day one
Breathe and be
Free
Don't get weighed
Down by confusing
Philosophies
Go out with purpose
And understandance
That life is
More than buildings
And asphalts
On which you walk on
But ideas and notions
That keep people
Going if nothing
Else like the sun
And nature around
Them makes
Them wanna get up
And love them
And the day of no
Production
Is a day of enlightenment
And growth that
We as humans need
Every time we go under
Sunday, November 07, 2010
He's loving her
Making mistakes
Not realizing
He's almost too late
Why doesn't he just
Take his foot off the door
And let her in
She's smart and
Wonderful
Willing to be
His big eyed girl
And he's fallen
Half-way
Holding his hands
Out to grip
A rock of reality
Can he jump into her
Or should he crawl out
Like he had to do
Before
She's moved on
Bomb
After bomb
Of his trickery
Threatening her love
Like a hostage
Making sure it was
True
Silly boy
So wounded
And warn
Knowing exactly
What to keep in store
Does he now
After thinking
She may be gone?
Making mistakes
Not realizing
He's almost too late
Why doesn't he just
Take his foot off the door
And let her in
She's smart and
Wonderful
Willing to be
His big eyed girl
And he's fallen
Half-way
Holding his hands
Out to grip
A rock of reality
Can he jump into her
Or should he crawl out
Like he had to do
Before
She's moved on
Bomb
After bomb
Of his trickery
Threatening her love
Like a hostage
Making sure it was
True
Silly boy
So wounded
And warn
Knowing exactly
What to keep in store
Does he now
After thinking
She may be gone?
I must say
Heavy sleeper
Snoring so
Soundly
Oh how I wish
You'd wake
And leave so
Silently
There is another
Much finer
And smarter
Who makes sense
Of a world beyond
Tomorrow
And you simply
Retire after one
Session
So why bother
As it's up to me
I can clearly see
The chump you make
Yourself out to be
But my lad doesn't
Care for such trinkets
He's far more advanced
Than you could think up
So I say rest up
This is the night
Where we part from
Lovely lusts and fantasies
For true love is a
Tastier wine
And a happier ending
My sad nymphomaniac
Heavy sleeper
Snoring so
Soundly
Oh how I wish
You'd wake
And leave so
Silently
There is another
Much finer
And smarter
Who makes sense
Of a world beyond
Tomorrow
And you simply
Retire after one
Session
So why bother
As it's up to me
I can clearly see
The chump you make
Yourself out to be
But my lad doesn't
Care for such trinkets
He's far more advanced
Than you could think up
So I say rest up
This is the night
Where we part from
Lovely lusts and fantasies
For true love is a
Tastier wine
And a happier ending
My sad nymphomaniac
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Camera angles
Cutting sharply
Into each scene
A soft noise
Hovers above
Panting and
A little
Sound comes
Out
Laying in a darkness
That engulfs
All light
Hardly making
A sound
Flashing back
An hour before
With a knock
On the door
"It's cold."
"I know."
"Can I come in?"
"It's late."
"Just for the night?"
"To sleep."
He kisses her
Soft and sickly
Interrupting her
Thoughts
Laying down
The cameras
Zoom in
As she tries
To sleep
Stumbling words
Of scripted lines
Fumble out like
Broken pieces of
Glass
Shattering everything
Quick breaths
Perverted ideas
Float out of
His mouth
And she lays there
In a sad dream
Quicker breaths
Forceful hands
The words she
Speaks make
No dent
He's telling
He's pushing
He's making
He's knowing
He's expecting
He's getting
He's coming
In lapse of time
She hears her
Own rhyme
Of forgetting time
Leaving it as if
It were a sad dream
Of indifference
Camera angles
Disappearing
Into fading
Grays
A dawn of
Empty sorrow
And sorry songs
In a morning light
All to real now
Cutting sharply
Into each scene
A soft noise
Hovers above
Panting and
A little
Sound comes
Out
Laying in a darkness
That engulfs
All light
Hardly making
A sound
Flashing back
An hour before
With a knock
On the door
"It's cold."
"I know."
"Can I come in?"
"It's late."
"Just for the night?"
"To sleep."
He kisses her
Soft and sickly
Interrupting her
Thoughts
Laying down
The cameras
Zoom in
As she tries
To sleep
Stumbling words
Of scripted lines
Fumble out like
Broken pieces of
Glass
Shattering everything
Quick breaths
Perverted ideas
Float out of
His mouth
And she lays there
In a sad dream
Quicker breaths
Forceful hands
The words she
Speaks make
No dent
He's telling
He's pushing
He's making
He's knowing
He's expecting
He's getting
He's coming
In lapse of time
She hears her
Own rhyme
Of forgetting time
Leaving it as if
It were a sad dream
Of indifference
Camera angles
Disappearing
Into fading
Grays
A dawn of
Empty sorrow
And sorry songs
In a morning light
All to real now
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
What can I say
That hasn't already
Been said
The words of many
Men come from
Mine
As If a woman
couldn't think
Of them
Understanding
My surroundings
In an orderly
Way makes me
OCD Ok
But then and
There I have
Stability
To this shitty
World
All you do is
Nothing but
Fight about
What is more
Important
When it doesn't
Matter at all
If it corrects something
In this fucked
Up hole
We love to
Trash
What's left to know
When everything
That is important
Really doesn't
Matter in the end
That no matter
Where choices take you
Along your journey
To a final resting
Place
You will meet
There
An end
That hasn't already
Been said
The words of many
Men come from
Mine
As If a woman
couldn't think
Of them
Understanding
My surroundings
In an orderly
Way makes me
OCD Ok
But then and
There I have
Stability
To this shitty
World
All you do is
Nothing but
Fight about
What is more
Important
When it doesn't
Matter at all
If it corrects something
In this fucked
Up hole
We love to
Trash
What's left to know
When everything
That is important
Really doesn't
Matter in the end
That no matter
Where choices take you
Along your journey
To a final resting
Place
You will meet
There
An end
Monday, November 01, 2010
Sheded tears
As words form
From a lonely
Mouth of a
Tired soul
And a determined
Heart
Were the sounds
I made alright?
A vulnerability
Trickling through
An exterior too
Hard by life's
Battles to be
Mistaken for
Detachment
Where else can
I lead you too?
Stories of times
Before here and now
But some how now
I'm lost in the
Present state of
Being near such a
Reality
What else can I
Know about this?
Opening a door
Of beautiful
Horrors
Ideas
Nonsense
And seeing
You aren't leaving
As words form
From a lonely
Mouth of a
Tired soul
And a determined
Heart
Were the sounds
I made alright?
A vulnerability
Trickling through
An exterior too
Hard by life's
Battles to be
Mistaken for
Detachment
Where else can
I lead you too?
Stories of times
Before here and now
But some how now
I'm lost in the
Present state of
Being near such a
Reality
What else can I
Know about this?
Opening a door
Of beautiful
Horrors
Ideas
Nonsense
And seeing
You aren't leaving
Concentration
Determination
Intoxication
And my minds
Expectations
Flooding the
Reality surrounding
Me
The sounds I wish
I heard
The words I wish
I knew
To form the things
That should condescend
The situation at hand
To make all other
Points moot
And this
My friend
Is the life
I lead
Because all else
Seems to flee
When approached
By me
In such a hurry
I make all else
Scurry
To slow it down
To make amends
To take as is
And not to wonder
To feel at ease
Not constricted
Or anything other
Than contentment
Just like others
Examination
Procrastination
Abominations
Of destructive thoughts
And realizations
That reality is
What you make it
Determination
Intoxication
And my minds
Expectations
Flooding the
Reality surrounding
Me
The sounds I wish
I heard
The words I wish
I knew
To form the things
That should condescend
The situation at hand
To make all other
Points moot
And this
My friend
Is the life
I lead
Because all else
Seems to flee
When approached
By me
In such a hurry
I make all else
Scurry
To slow it down
To make amends
To take as is
And not to wonder
To feel at ease
Not constricted
Or anything other
Than contentment
Just like others
Examination
Procrastination
Abominations
Of destructive thoughts
And realizations
That reality is
What you make it
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