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
Silver Sea of Destiny
Silver Sea of Destiny 1/26/15
So I wished to take her away from those golden fields.
And bring her to the silver sea of destiny.
Would she let me comfort her?
Would she allow me to dry her tears?
She reluctantly agreed to my heartfelt plea.
And I whisked her away hoping to keep her pain at bay.
We arrived on the shore and the silver moon was smiling.
I knew deep down this would not be easy.
But nothing worthwhile ever is.
I embraced her tightly for I had no words.
Her will was broken and her golden hair was in shambles.
How could I fix what the world had done?
How could I erase the damage incurred?
So we sat on the beach and watched the ocean.
And we talked of the past and the hurt that transpired.
I held her hand and prayed for relief.
She opened up and the floodgates appeared.
I took my chance and showed my heart.
I could not stand by and watch her suffer,
I knew this place healed many before.
Would it be enough to be her cure?
The rising sun was ever closer.
I listened intentl
Un tesoro escondidoManuel estaba tranquilamente recostado en el sillón cuando la entrada se abrió de golpe, haciendo que se parase de un brinco y viera al argentino con una tremenda sonrisa en la cara y respirando agitado.
-¡Che, te tengo un juego!
Y así empezó su “calvario”.
Al chileno no le desagradaba su vecino, simplemente lo detestaba sutilmente y lo escondía en aquellas invitaciones para ver el partido juntos, donde casi siempre terminaba él perdiendo. Pero a pesar de eso lo hacía porque, como vecinos, Manuel sentía que en algo debían compartir, ya que en una cita, en un spa o incluso en una cama (invitaciones de Martín) él jamás aceptaría.
-¿No estaí grandecito?
-Pibito, es un juego regroso como yo, vite. Te cuento.
-Pero no vei que estoy ocupa'o.
Martín dio un vistazo por aquella habitación donde la tele estaba apagada y solo veía a un chileno recostado en lo largo del sillón.
Con un bu
my seasonsto me,
you were spring,
a bird taking to wing,
new life, hope, love,
the best friend i could think of.
you were summer,
a flower to discover,
beauty, sweet scent on the air,
so much more than curly hair.
you were autumn,
a voice nearly forgotten,
though still present in colour,
yellows, reds, warm as a lover.
you were winter
a fire died down to a cinder,
and there it will linger,
until, maybe, possibly,
Sea Changeout of the endless depths
it rises to the surface –
an offering of sorts,
my heart swept to shore;
shipwrecked sea change.
The Weight of YouI want to feel your weight
press against me
until my ribs begin to crack.
I need assurance
of the reality of your
Fearfully I wait for you
to dissolve through my
fingertips like a lifting fog.
So I crave to be crushed
beneath you until the very
air escapes my lungs
and I struggle to draw breath.
I will know then that
you are living flesh
and not some phantom dream
but something which I can
sink my teeth into,
grasp within my hands
without fear of finding
nothing but empty space.
And on that night the bite remained
Forever lost to time.
The others around him aged and withered
And he nearly lost his mind.
The day his dragon spoke
That day was so divine
He told the man of eternal life
The man began to cry.
He thanked the dragon for the life
But his dragon spoke again
Telling the man o’ thine
That if they wished
Their bodies could turn to ash
Or stone if he wished to be remembered.
As the man with eternal line.
They flew up high
then the man asked if they could die?
The dragon looked back to confirm the act
A soft smile on the man’s face
Told the dragon that the had enough of life.
With a heavy sigh and a light growl their bodies
Were lost to time.
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They joined their friends in Valhalla on that night
Welcomed and handed wine.
And even in death he took a breath
When they flew up so very high
Because even in death
Hiccup and Toothless couldn’t be separated by the passing