Looking On Stars From A Dirty WorldIn some other time, in some other place,
in the vast reaches in the darkest space,
We've given it one more chance,
at undying romance.
At the melding of souls,
to coalesce like the elements,
binary stars around black holes,
Hot love that burns as coals,
along the night sky.
Subjective ObjectiveRiding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function. In between initial frames of reference, relative to the world at stand still. Becoming all possible states until no more are left to assume. Invincible, irreplicable, pushing off the earth as the earth pushes back. Neither either but both. Micro macro, negative positive, repel attract. Riding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function.
My Trip To The GroundI've been pushed from behind,
I don't know by who.
When I look I hope to find,
It was me and not you.
Because when push turns to shove,
I'll shove harder than you do.
When you pull hatred out of love,
Not much else is true.
Why am I being pushed anyways?
As I got close,
You should have warned me to stay away.
Now I'm upset as I contest why I feel this way:
You were my savior just yesterday.
As I trip on my feet,
I don't know what to think.
Where's your helping hand?
In black sand I've begun to sink.
You have a mighty smile,
Will you be here for awhile?
Gotta say I think not,
You look like you're lost.
Here And NowHere And Now
Here we are, in the here and now,
nowhere else we'd rather be.
Of all of time and space,
this is when I want to be.
We fly, the universe and I,
together in this place.
We'll lose each other soon enough,
though we're in no grand haste.
Death is the final moment, the clarifying breath,
every moment is that moment, only death has yet to join us.
Breath in the air, death will soon be here,
and now is all we have, for all we really care.
The World Without WordsThere is a world in which no one can say but one word. Any word. Their word. After that, they die. There is no warfare, no poverty, no suffering. Men are unable to explain away the cruelty of their actions, and so man toils under the weight of his actions. No lies spread by way of eager lips.
In this world, there is a man and a woman sitting together in a bar, having a comfortable silence between them.
He leans against the bar, an eyebrow quirked at her. She inspects him with pursed lips, taking him in without interruption. He is a tall man and a big guy. His hair is thick and invasive, and dyed green. She takes more time than he'd like her to, and so he gives her a clown face. She's beautiful. She chortles at him, and he lets his chest down and breath out; she's beautiful and he made her laugh. A wonderful start by most of society.
She tosses her long, luxurious, lengthy hair back over her shoulder and adjusts herself to face him. He straightens up and brushes a hand through his hair,
Man in Space and Time"What if I did do those big and important things?"
I thought to myself aloud.
"What if I stop being afraid of living?"
I swore then I'd instigate change in the universe.
On a tiny blue rock in nothing, I could change the world.
But when I was done, everything was in flames.
I frowned and thought long and hard about it,
sighing as the flames took all breaths away.
"I destroyed everything. I wanted to do good, not bad.
I'm not a bad person."
I stopped being selfish. In that moment I gave up the chains of consciousness
and let go of morality, the world, myself.
"This is the Universe. Flames have eaten my blue rock,
and now they dance in a new world just for them."
The fires raged to life and breathed and were powerful,
and they changed things and sometimes what they changed was beautiful
and sometimes what things became was beautiful. Ash rose in the violent winds,
embers hugged the earth.
"I did it. I lived and did big and important things, and everything I thought was
bad or ugly
An Affair on MyselfWake up early morning, it's time to be on my feet.
No time to eat something, I've got a place to be.
The sun beats on my head, I'm burnt like the sand.
The past whirls in my mind, I can hardly stand.
Time like water flows on by, currents in the sun.
Frozen feelings begin to melt, oh look how they run.
I don't feel the light burn, the peeling of my skin.
I only feel that urge to stop the loneliness within.
I could just scream! Unleash what's inside of me.
That is I would do that, if I wasn't so empty.
I can just shout! Let my heart sing.
That is I would do this, if the words weren't so heavy.
Vapid vixens vex me, fleeting like the wind.
Their faces come and go, stop before they begin.
I like to loose myself, to the bottom of the drink.
I'll think of you fondly, 'til next we meet.
Tender loving is all I really wanted.
Hard to love anyone, by the past you're still haunted.
I don't really like you all, just strangers in a mask.
But a touch is a touch, and there's peace of mind at last.
The MawThe Maw
An endless river barren black with souls,
the living wailing as they wait for Hope.
In all their minds they hear the chewing,
the bones crunching and the blood spewing.
Filled with dread they flail about,
they don't want to die, when will Hope pull them out?
Oh what a sight to see the hopeless hell of humanity,
The moaning corpses shoveled into the Maw,
Freedom to live forbade by law,
The fear of timeless prison,
bodies mulched by society's jaw,
consumed by social religion.
The young, the pure, the innocent.
They're stricken dumb, blind, and tainted.
Their youth is eaten by spirits malevolent.
They become old men with the same cruel intent.
Struggling and failing to escape the Maw,
Before death all are beaten raw.
I watch friends and loved ones sigh and ache in line.
They stumble on, deaf to my pleas for salvation.
Like a haunting their lives are stuck on a miserable repeat.
They dress like government issue live stock,
branding themselves with different lies and false freedom,
A Practice in Freeflow.Set up: A man ought to have his own private room, i.e. a study. A place where can go to work and be left alone for however long he needs it. Even his loved ones are proscribed* from entry. But an artist seeks to express the life expressed within, and how can you refuse your lover from the one place you pay her highest tribute?
And so she enters...
Her presence was first an annoyance. I'm not annoyed with her, per se, but with a foreign presence in my most private of areas. In this small room, cramped with books and papers and drawings and music, lay the spirit of I. The mind's soul, which doesn't seek to know all things, but to experience all things. It is my time and place alone from the human race.
Here she is. I'm not speaking to her. I'm pretending to be slightly agitated and highly invested by my work. In truth, I can't put any productive words down to text. I try to look at her when she doesn't see me. I like to see her. Not in quick glances; those are saddening. I like to take h
Todo contigo, o nada con nadieNadie puede amar como amamos nosotros, nadie sufre como sufrimos nosotros.
Y es precisamente por eso, la sensación de tener todo lo tuyo, y de que tú tengas todo lo mío, lo que me provoca el miedo de sentirme aún más solo, vaciando incluso mi orgullo tan necio.
Y me gusta saber que eres mía, y que puedo buscarte para mirarte de frente; con caricias llenas de incendios; con el mar de mis pensamientos hecho un espacio infinito donde tu alma se funda con la mía.
Dicen que antes de morir ves pasar en un instante los momentos más significativos de tu vida. Intentaré alejar todos esos recuerdos, esos pensamientos, ese dulce sufrimiento, para quedarme solamente contigo, hasta ir perdiendo poco a poco nuestros frágiles corazones.
Pero… de repente… lo entiendo: es inútil, imposible.
Te veré pasar por algún rincón de la ciudad, lejos de mí, de mí vida y de mis recuerdos.
Porque vivo animado y a la vez con
Funny How it Works OutI wanted to be his Sun
Making his bright days
But I became his Moon
Even on the darkest of his nights
you're the only wishing well I've ever believed inOpen your mouth and let me drop coins
plip plip plop
straight down your throat.
I'll press my wishes to your lips
and maybe they'll come true.
MoondanceJust you and I in the garden,
dancing under a full moon.
I see the love in your eyes...
reflected in the moonlight.
It's a marvelous night for us--
just you and I in the moonlight.
Nary a care in the world
as the music plays soft and low.
We twirl and shuffle in the night,
lost in the rapture of each other.
Just you and I, myself and you...
nothing else to care about now.
We dance on past midenight,
not taking notice of the time.
I hold you close and kiss you,
feeling your breath so soft.
It's a night for a moondance,
and the dance continues on.
Come the dawn, we might
still be dancing by ourselves.
Us Against The World...It's us against the world, my dear.
Just you and I in a sea of scorn.
They do not understand our love...
and they can't understand, they hate.
You were meant for me, and I for you.
yet others cannot see it that way.
They don't wan't happiness like us, dear...
but in their hatred lays their own downfall.
It's us against the world, my lover.
Just you and I...that's how it must be.
You never have to worry about me...
I'm there to hold you close, win or lose.
Never forget that our love lets us live.
If they can't see that...then we won't forgive.
It's us against the world, forevermore--
fighting the world for our rightful place here.
love and landmarksyou broke down today,
sketching your fears on
yellowed folds of a blank canvas
charcoal smudges and blood stains
masked by peeling brush strokes.
but what scared me the most
the colors of your fears and dreams
naked and permanent,
before my eyes in watercolor,
etching out your heart.
and I wasn't sure
I wanted your confession.
I poured vodka against
the grain and the pastels
bled into the city streets.
I went home and mapped
the letters of my love with
ink and paper dotted with
salted tears and hollow breath.
and if i had let you lean on me
the same way I've leaned on you,
a million times, maybe, more,
i would have realized
our fears were the same.
I'm building a wall,
burying lost hopes and dreams
inside the bricks and grout
just like china.