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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
Spring is a NinjaI know spring must change things,
but she's like a ninja at night
with a sly smile and a subtle presence.
She must have trained for years
with saffron robed monks
to master the imperceptibly quick movements
that noiselessly sneak tiny green buds onto twigs
and hide small pink flowers
around maroon leaves no longer than my pinky.
I see her work each morning
in the delicate shifting
of one thing to the next
but I never see her,
and it feels like each change she makes
has been there forever.
Wooden WhaleKnock, knock, knock
said the whale
is this cold
as you float
When the men
come one day
you will die
under the waves
of this empty ocean
So wail in
Third DestinationThe sky was grey
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
Black ButterflyThere's a black butterfly
Whose wings are tipped
With blue and white
Sparkles like pixie dust
Every time I try to grab her
Out of of the air
Her wings take her far up
In the sky, near the clouds
One day I caught her
And I really didn't know what to do besides set her free
Because it's really pointless
To keep so much effervescent joy all to yourself.
Heaven and EarthFree,
Feel the breeze,
Float upon the stars,
Sink into the ocean,
Climb a mountain,
Sing to be heard,
Walk on an Earth,
That has its jewels restored.
Breathe in the air,
Fresh and sharp,
Live to be seen,
Speak with confidence,
The world is yours.
Run through the trees,
Barefoot and proud,
Run wild and free,
Leap over a crystal stream,
Pass the golden furred deer,
And know they’re here to stay.
We all have a place,
From the tiniest bug,
To the thundering elephant,
Balance is key.
Let the woods echo with life,
Let the sea’s heartbeat,
Free from disease.
We all belong here,
But respect the Earth,
And she shall provide and protect.
“Heaven and Earth do more than hold us between them. They expect us to deserve it.” Heaven and Earth by Nora Roberts.
Ocean DreamsGentle ocean
Aquatic murmurs and sighs
drifting through the damp night.
Feeling the water tug at the sand
washing away right beneath your toes
A hushed melody
when the surf
tenderly kisses the shore.
past your ankles.
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
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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