Mood: BoredIts been an hour since i took a shower
but i can still feel the droplets that devoured
softsoap and grime and the tension I've
Been holding in my shoulder and this night is far from over
I've been bored all day playing facebook games and searching for names of old friends and lovers wrapped up in the cover of a comforter...Created 2009-11-03 20:32:32
Mood: Head Aching i found this locked away in my memory banks
The original
I'd write again if it'd make galaxies spin new beginings for beings having trouble seeing distant stars through darkness
Or if I could harness lunar light and embody the night as shooting stars cruise on by
a reminder everything must die making the here and now important
We invent reasons to feel depressed but as we strip to meet a day undressed
memories of fantastic sex are laid to rest on the horizion...Created 2009-10-20 11:13:10
Mood: The UsualI gave you your first kiss
maybe not on the lips
but inbetween your mother's hip
somewhere along the spine of the fetus
you're becoming
...Created 2009-08-10 22:10:35
Mood: The UsualSheesh, this week is packed full. Vitamins yay. People point out that i need sleep too but i sleep at least 4 hrs a day...Created 2009-07-21 14:30:45
Mood: The UsualAs we begin to see infinity
Inhabits each of us
We'll cease to discuss death
But every breath brings about a new day
Each incarnation becoming more like that to which we pray...Created 2009-06-18 11:57:57
Mood: The UsualI broke a spider web with my forehead
Watched silken thread retract, glisten, and disappear in the wind then catch sunlight again
I climbed a mountain of sand dodging aresol cans
My hands griping rudty welded metal i meld with the taggers cathedral ascending to the it's roof
This is truth
the wind on my skin
the echos of water currents slapping the channel
Mood: The UsualSilent is the pen that fountains when idea well up allowing the hallow chamber a liquid super. but liquid words solidify like days once praising lust gone dry hardening into memory.
words on folded paper held near to friction of the present makes them disappear forever.
I used to think myself clever hoping malaised days were forever erased but it was merely disappearing ink....Created 2009-03-19 11:09:38
Mood: The UsualSound richochetes off bridge beams
summoning the dreaming stream to move like the steam rising slightly above it's surface. Sunlight disperes bits of ice as canoptic light invites water renewed movement. Arms strech forward toward the picknick table top feet follow. ...Created 2009-03-05 11:33:23
Mood: The UsualWe've impeached freedoms of speech
After we'd taken what we need
Gluttoning forbiden fruit
We forsake Eden and it's trees
Segmenting our spines so divine became harder to reach
The blinding sight of our own might
Somehow slipped beneath
Flesh
In every breath; each exhalation, it seeks release
That burning bush under your tush
Venom of kundalini
let it rise to your third eye
realign spines seamlessly
that we may realize our own demise isn't something we should fear
We conquered death before our first breath
thesecond consciousness appeared
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