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Let's Hope Now and Pray LaterI entered an abyss but only saw
Not falling but rather starting over,
The cold wasn't chilling
and the worries unwilling
While I lay defeated
staring at a black ceiling
I saw every shade
and only saw the beginning,
I entered the edge of my existence,
didn't want it to end
and when it did
I realized that I was
and all I saw was the possibilties
all over again
a virgin again
a sophomore again
making every silly little mistake
in front of another horizon
and it occurred to me
that I was at the end
of my journey
and the horizon
still waves hello
as if I'd never
embarked on anything.
Too Late I GuessHer shadows bend,
Or is it just my head crashing to the floor?
I'd tell you how you turn a straight line
in an intersection of infinite possibilities
I could tell you how your hair makes me forget
about my impending doom and feel like a
flower that blooms and never wilts,
Like how water carves a mountain into a crystal glacier.
I'd could say how your voice
is felt by every pore that is touched by your breath
or how my forehead melts
away all my hidden tells.
I'd say I love you if love had any meaning
But I'd rather dance my way
to the madness farm
and plant myself
so far away
as you pull at me
as if now could never
come to pass
could never be lost.
This Celophane RiverWhen you've eaten a wormhole,
Your stomach becomes a black hole,
Time utterly useless as you are
spinning into the whirlpool river
flowing into and out of consciousness
Into the room
next to the grim reaper
next to the realization
that all that you are is
why you are nothing.
That which you love is
merely that which you
choose to create.
That what you feel
is but a path to your
That which you claim to be
is but why your purpose
has always been
That which you deny
is all that you've become
That which you fear
is all that you must
The VentNever really thought about where I am
Or how I came to be
I do subscribe to you and
all that is written on your face
And how you hold yourself together
when I'm like ashes sprinkled
about a desert wind sky
Like a kite,
You hold me close
Even when I am far away
Like a switch
I turn off the lights
and imagine you right next to me
A Touch of Failure (A Culinary Experimentation)Add to the blender a touch of humility
Sprinkle in some doubt with a pinch of bitterness
Shake well until sorrow drops to the bottom
Add 1 cup of filthy longing
Two tablespoons of lucidity
Then tear out her eye contact
and mix it with the sweat
trickling off your forehead.
Blend thoroughly and place
on a square plate
about 8 inches round
Fundamentally place on
a torn bible page.
Spin around 6 times or
as you possibly can
Because it will be the only chance
you have in the failure that
you have created.
Dear Maria, I am SorryDear Maria,
I thought you'd be happy to hear
What you read and how it sounds
coming out of your ear
I barely knew you and you never
knew me at all.
However small this tall mispereception,
Walls of fear that bordered you from me
Was there ever a chance when
You and I are nothing more than
Zero's and one's?
We were programmed to come into contact.
And the organic entertainment surrounding
Us was but a distraction
a reaction to my own inactions.
I apologize for never giving you a chance.
Now that I think about it, as you continued
south past Copenhagen Central Station.
I was the one who rejected you
By letting you get away from me.
12:30PM on a SaturdayI stood atop a ridge,
Dead hay golden hills vulnerable
To an overcast and cold unappreciative wind.
I placed my guitar next
to stripped black trees, branches
dripping, crying profusely
a subterranian weather system
amid the foggy backdrop.
I walked up and back saddened
by the beauty and all its splendor.
How the trees waved and danced before the sky.
It occurred to me that I was in heaven
and that heaven was nothing more than
every facet of life being relived, retold
endlessly until it became perfect only
to come to the realization that perfection
The nightmare occurred to me that
this perpetuity would never resolve
ever. and life would only improve
with each retake and restart.
All combinations revisited over and over.
Every execution, every momentous discovery,
every painful death, every emotion, every
moment of eternal ectasy.
My counterpart assured me that all that I loved
was nothing more than my own ego and that not letting
it go was nothing more tha
EpitaphYou're the smile
that stands out in front of a million
You're the star on a map
in the middle of a thousand places
and the curl in the cloud that
makes the blue depths deeper.
You're the howl in the wind
that signals the shift in direction
And your the memory that erases
the remaining of all my other significant reflections.
You turn upside down into right side up
Make the ending to any twist that
much more colorful.
You're the reason the bang was that big
and the reason why I am sat in corner
lost staring into my impending death.
You're the epitaph that no one opted to
write on my grave stone.
For no tombstone would have the space
to phrase what you meant to me.
Remember Pretty BlossomI thought of you today
My pretty blossom,
Reflecting in my thoughts
Rippling my mind’s paradigm
As I stare upwards
Beyond redwoods, I see you
Soaring away from me
Not an angel
A perfection that
Could never fully be attained ever
For only when the moon’s new
Do I lose sight of you for a few moments
Until a star twinkles
And my imagination reawakens
And I am reminded that I am not dead
It’s all because
You sat by me
Your friend sucking my friend’s cigarette
And as you two left
Away from the west,
It occurred to me that you were still with me
Luke warm you washed
Down into my spirit
You were clean
Bare, not even made up…
And now your coloratura
In the palette of my imagination
My own permanent trophy collection
UntitledelititnUthe earth was a mug of dirt and water
until milk came from the sky
we drink until standing in
an empty silo.
LizardShe still sheds her skin in daylight,
reforming the past:
just how her cold-blooded species would like it.
TorchesThree trees on the street
I follow on my way each morning
Like Autumn candles held aloft
In defiant vermillion splendor...
Burn bright, my signposts,
Waymarkers in the wheel of my year:
As late November's humors and freezing mists
Surround the bare bones of Autumn Past,
Hold the darkness at bay a little longer
'Til the solstice turns us sunward again.
Love At First SightShrouded in a thin mist,
He stares at me eye level.
I'd only ever seen him from below,
But now I am sky high,
Mesmerized by his breathtaking beauty
Emerging softly from the clouds.
His familiar face brings me peace
As I glide past him in the darkness,
Onward to my destination.
I may never see him this way again,
So I soak in the view,
Memorize his emitting curves of light,
And rest easy as he descends below the horizon once again.
StarlightI see the stars listening
There are clouds shaving
Off smoky lumps of white;
Of bright fire
Tears pool down
From their abodes;
Tiny bursts of stars
In gleaming swirling tempests
I am holding its milky eye
In a globe
Curled up like a
Short claws caressing
Of the Night.
The scent of green tea
Heady and whimsical
Plays near Night's open arms
Like a tune from a fiddle
And stars compact
Near Night's vision
Releasing their energy
To the strokes of her
In the tenuous seams
Greninja and gallade in trap! What do you do?Greninja and Gallade trap! What do you do?
You are having a cycle on your new bike and then begin to hear murmuring. You decide to investigate. You search through some tall grass and keep listening. You find the source quite quickly. A gallade and greninja tied back to back in some kind of advanced trap. The Greninja in a tight frogtie and gagged with a muzzle. The Gallade is gagged with a bit gag. You decide to...
A: free them.
B: try to activate the trap on yourself
C: dismantle the trap and take the pair home as slaves
D: call the police
E: attempt to find the captor
--the little wolf howled
at the night sky,
eyes wide open, and wondered,
how can the moon change shape?
his elder brother replied,
with a snort
and a spiteful gaze
at the crescent above:
it feeds on the souls of stars
it leaves us no scraps
and it surrenders them
to the abyss above
in the form of
just to gorge on more
Desert LifeArid heat permeates the air
broken on rare, savored occasions
by a subtle cool wind which promises
more than it delivers,
barely enough to quench a thirst,
like a single drop of morning dew
midst the forlorn desert.
Watching the landscape pass
indistinguishable, time may be rendered
non-existent, the only changes
I am taken back to a life
in bygone ages, the visions
move through my mind ,
a brutal struggle for life,
an unexpected laissez-faire attitude,
dancing women in long skirts
and garland stockings,
women on a quest to redefine themselves,
men seeking riches, lost in a world
of chance, skin, and booze.
Slowly a strange beauty rises
from the deceptive bareness
for life still thrives in its own quiet way
in inconceivable places.
It speaks an old language
and it smells of dusty earth,
I can almost hear the echoes
of pounding harmers and taste
the scent of sweat and lingering decay
where life and death are scarcely
separated, and one easily becomes
Negative ParticlesHeaven upside down
How cool bliss flakes
shiver into rotting coal
wrapped, intertwined in a coil,
withered a storm and flicker,
land and become tar and feathered
to know that every story
shines, flows, and rusts
to trust this injustice
is to appreciate the lair
the only direction to which anything
can at all--> fall
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