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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
Icicle EyesDecember girl:
the snowflakes glittering
in your wind-blown hair
to the icicles
in your eyes.
6:30 ante meridiemI open my mouth to suck in a breath
The morning’s frost kisses my teeth
And I shiver.
IciclesWarm, soft air,
Breath as a ghost on the breeze
condensing into a fine mist,
Dancing bitter pirouettes
and whispering silken omens,
as petals in the snow.
Cold, hard earth,
Crunching miniature cities
with a single, gentle footfall,
Loping, silent, singing
liquid silver racing,
Urgent, fateful missions
as glacial rivers flow.
Delicate, crystal bells,
Delightful, intricate daggers
deceiving battered flesh,
Garnished, bruised, marked
fantastic rainbow shades,
Radiating fractures leak
as veins of shattered pearl.
Harsh, rasping nails,
Driving blizzards shrieking
blue, murderous claws,
Acute fangs clenching
against blasphemous vows,
Fall to the depths
of ostracised perdition.
Take Me to the EarthTake me to the earth,
Where ancient gnomes
And sweet russet nuts
In sturdy stone hearths
Whilst they swap tales
Of olden forest mothers
Giving birth to bears
And hares in the places
Where the tree spirits
Ensnare colorful flowers
And use their powers
To call down the rain
To empower the soil
Making it rich and loamy
To nourish deep roots
And blades of grass
That surround magical
Waters that display
Reflections like glass
Allow me to gather
The squirrels and
The bees and the
Birds that dwell
Within the trees
To drink from these
Crystal clear and opaque
Pools whilst humor-filled
Fairies dance like fools
Until my stomach
Swells with a healthy girth
Oh ye elder gods,
Take me to the earth...
winterIt is 21 degrees Fahrenheit outside
and the air shudders in its icy grip:
pine needles frosted in fairy dust
and breath lost in the elegance of silver spiderwebs.
Ice, white and black, coats sidewalks,
sliding dogs' paws out from under their owners
and disappointing children in its solidity;
ponds drip like spoiled milk onto the pelts
of voles burrowed in their homes for the winter.
Harrowed birds flutter and squabble
over the remainder of seeds lost
under a bench by the rats' nest.
They wheel and peck above summer-flung stones
hurled on a day when a different kind of pond froze.
Hiding The PainOnce held safely by her lies
Then torn apart by the truth;
One who was so angelic
Now a demon in front of you.
It all seems so new and horrid
A fresh scar in your mind;
But you're here in his embrace
Safe from that who harms.
Hatred does not fill your heart
It is filled with sorrow and grief.
All the pain is eased though
By the love you both share.
Though the memory will never leave
Always there before your eyes.
A veil hides your nightmare,
So you may enjoy the moment at hand.
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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