Saturday, August 31, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Nicotine and Coffee Stains the Fingers
Nicotine and coffee stains the finger..
teeth discolor the view of Sunday morning
excuses, the subtle urges to
have or pretend to feel
urges to know edges begin and end,
urges to alter sin
otherwise we're lost
capable the view of the supercilious sound
this macabre sense of nature with no
real understanding of tomorrow
boundaries resound inside and outside the
room,
ovaries for my discontent,
Luteoma my illness, analogous to sin.
I have
no real desire to quit or to salvage my shattered shell,
brief and sooner, now or later
sounds and
imagery tell me
everyone and nothing means success and failure
the greatest feat is to believe in the hereafter,
however fleeting the salvation of knowing
what happens after this, doing for the self,
masturbating the mind before someone else can.
I’m just like you in that regard,
a player of players, a
mask that serves a single purpose
doing to get the day going, night moves toward order.
words ahead of the lost way people forget why
they are here,
children are less critical
and that is good
older people are more critical and that too is good.
Afraid of fitting in and not fitting in
when
none of
this could possibly matter
the end is near and dreams aren’t
predictions, specifically simple slices of things
how seldom distract but always
adhere
these moments of years.
Sunday morning excuses
buttered subtle urges to have
urges to believe
urges to understand the consequences,
the greatest hereafter, however fleeting the salvation of knowing what happens after this,
these boundaries
inside and outside
analogous to fingertips.
Assuming - sometime in March 1999
Thursday, August 08, 2013
Only those who suffer the most appreciate the bitter truths and consequences of lies
Only those who suffer the most appreciate the bitter truths
and consequences of lies, the flavored thoughts of inaction mingling with
tear-stained shoulder blades, jacket pocket lint beards waiting to hang up in really red lipstick smears…
Only those who believe we must like one another and can't truly understand our unmistakable differences, the unimaginable of knowing the totality of ruin, these questions that
suggest to be free is to let go completely, to make it last a little less is to
take the chains off and freefall, almost always destined to disappear, the
magic of fear…
The burden of immeasurable pain and lasting beauty; to fall
is to see that standing is what it is, neither good or bad but for proximity to sun, warmth on the face, lightness on the soul, words that
color our every waking moment in the ether of dreams, the ephemeral joys of
personal happiness that can neither be conveyed or felt completely, breathing
freely, setting out into the oceans of regret and satisfaction. What is here and now, in this seconds at a
time of all that our life is or ever will be, it is here that we must realize
we cannot change the unchangeable but grow, be that person we have always
dreamed of being, stronger, wiser, less intent on over stylizing our misery for
those that 'get it' have it nearest and those that don't or can't or won't ever
understand don't need to anyway. Because
death is coming anyway we have all the power of the universe to face it, no
smile at tears to justify hot wind between us, anything but open arms willing and ready and
ok with the next great step in this life and the next, even if only in the
memories of those we leave behind.
Only those who suffer the most appreciate the bitter truths
and consequences of thought and action, to believe is to begin to understand
the unimaginable, to question is to let go, a little, of the chains that bind,
the burden of immeasurable pain and lasting beauty; to fall is to see that
standing is what it is, neither good or bad but for the proximity to the sun,
warmth on the face, lightness on the soul, words that color our every waking
moment in the ether of dreams, the ephemeral joys of personal happiness that
can neither be conveyed or felt completely, breathing freely, setting out into
the oceans of regret and satisfaction.
What is here and now, in this seconds at a time of all that our life is or ever will be, it is here that we must realize we cannot change the unchangeable but grow, be that person we have always dreamed of being, stronger, wiser, less intent on over stylizing our misery for those that 'get it' have it nearest and those that don't or can't or won't ever understand don't need to anyway. Because death is coming anyway we have all the power of the universe to face it, no smile or tears to justify anything but to open your arms willing and ready and ok with the next great step in this life and the next, even if only in the memories of those we leave behind.
What is here and now, in this seconds at a time of all that our life is or ever will be, it is here that we must realize we cannot change the unchangeable but grow, be that person we have always dreamed of being, stronger, wiser, less intent on over stylizing our misery for those that 'get it' have it nearest and those that don't or can't or won't ever understand don't need to anyway. Because death is coming anyway we have all the power of the universe to face it, no smile or tears to justify anything but to open your arms willing and ready and ok with the next great step in this life and the next, even if only in the memories of those we leave behind.
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