Dec 28, 2012
Dec 21, 2012
Nov 13, 2012
Oct 17, 2012
Paradise
Take me away
To the Angels of life
To the place that I love
To the last longing night
With words of a song
And truth in their light
Guided my soul
Should bring back
Without sight.
Blinded to see Hell on this earth.
Forgotten hymns and untold myths.
Speak to me in your language.
Rhythms in the wind
do blow
fall down dove
come to my low
hear me once and hear me true
I wish to be a bird like you.
Your low is in the clouds.
Making a request but knowing the opposite.
Your flame is bright so I get closer.
Add the fuel by choice.
Knowing it will only get hotter.
I abide by a primal concept, and so do you.
One that is yearning its life for the opposite.
I want the Hell and the Angels to become one static charge.
One neutral force.
I abide by no hierarchy in the two.
"You are forgiven.
You are forgiven."
Those Angels won't find me, or anyone even.
But with all of that said, there is more to this season.
It's cold when it wants, and heats where it can,
and climbs when it does, and sinks where you stand,
soars through the air, and swims deep through the sea,
without any direction, never to ever be free.
To the Angels of life
To the place that I love
To the last longing night
With words of a song
And truth in their light
Guided my soul
Should bring back
Without sight.
Blinded to see Hell on this earth.
Forgotten hymns and untold myths.
Speak to me in your language.
Rhythms in the wind
do blow
fall down dove
come to my low
hear me once and hear me true
I wish to be a bird like you.
Your low is in the clouds.
Making a request but knowing the opposite.
Your flame is bright so I get closer.
Add the fuel by choice.
Knowing it will only get hotter.
I abide by a primal concept, and so do you.
One that is yearning its life for the opposite.
I want the Hell and the Angels to become one static charge.
One neutral force.
I abide by no hierarchy in the two.
"You are forgiven.
You are forgiven."
Those Angels won't find me, or anyone even.
But with all of that said, there is more to this season.
It's cold when it wants, and heats where it can,
and climbs when it does, and sinks where you stand,
soars through the air, and swims deep through the sea,
without any direction, never to ever be free.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 6, 2012
Smile or Fight Me
I sit and talk to passers by about the blocks ahead of them. Or I shut myself in up in leaning on the pool table understand the lack of satisfaction. Priceless prices I won't sell anything for it. I couldn't let my time go to money. I couldn't wear your logo forever in advanced.
(Kind of tell a story but just be drifty. Explanation is what it is.)
You told me while you bought me water that I ought to invent my own language and pass it down.
You saw me and you have a lovely voice.
Late is blurred by rejection. By vocalization taking a backseat and shutting up in a world of projected opinions and interests. How many artists are now? It's a desert with no water. Too many lizards wandering, feeling like they should be there. Being born in the underground water. Taken there and having a good time.
I couldn't help but see why my brother told me a zen garden is nothing. I should not inflict.
Conversation is only personal stories and opinions, or agreement. There is no other way to communicate without using other organs.
(Kind of tell a story but just be drifty. Explanation is what it is.)
You told me while you bought me water that I ought to invent my own language and pass it down.
You saw me and you have a lovely voice.
Late is blurred by rejection. By vocalization taking a backseat and shutting up in a world of projected opinions and interests. How many artists are now? It's a desert with no water. Too many lizards wandering, feeling like they should be there. Being born in the underground water. Taken there and having a good time.
I couldn't help but see why my brother told me a zen garden is nothing. I should not inflict.
Conversation is only personal stories and opinions, or agreement. There is no other way to communicate without using other organs.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 13, 2012
Challenger!
Asking a question soft and sweet
Will birth from another kissed
Loved little feet
Defeat wary'd way'd stumbled
and throned
a tepid Rock crumbled,
with stones from the dome.
criss cross shrilling winter
split dove
within the willing enter
Unless a statue was placed
with horns red with heart
foresee form forced recovers
our lover had sworn both
oath, and in scorn.
Where are you now?
As Envy Of yolk
upon yield!
Where are you challenger?
What will you become?
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 10, 2012
uh oh
oh no
sunshine my eyes above me glow
fly beams rested low
make them droopy though
sometimes i wonder why
a dry desert cries
for a soak and a dream
glisten in the suns beam
steam boat cruisin
big time boozin
Always making a stir
but just forget about it.
well, see, this is why you think about life
and see the end as a blur
curled up like your girl
who then could be your wife
but you know that life's not right for you
keep trippin low and make the blue sky bright in view.
this is the time i said nobody else but you can make the you you
and its been true for you too
oh no
sunshine my eyes above me glow
fly beams rested low
make them droopy though
sometimes i wonder why
a dry desert cries
for a soak and a dream
glisten in the suns beam
steam boat cruisin
big time boozin
Always making a stir
but just forget about it.
well, see, this is why you think about life
and see the end as a blur
curled up like your girl
who then could be your wife
but you know that life's not right for you
keep trippin low and make the blue sky bright in view.
this is the time i said nobody else but you can make the you you
and its been true for you too
Mar 26, 2012
EA
Non stopping drip dropping rick rocking
soul stacking
hitched richard gully
swesters in blin boshwa senaio
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Mar 22, 2012
surfed into bumbling lunacy
this dream messed me up i dreamt that there was a star like a real star and he was telling me that he and others chose to drink this blood from a bulls horn on some older looking yellowy ivory stand so i did but then i didn't realize what i might have done until i woke up and it sometimes is nerving to think that i did that and could not make any decision in the matter it was pretty much made for me since i dreamt it, right?
Mar 7, 2012
elemental
diluted sonnets
black littered torn and bundled up
into a solid form
of chances of change
for glances for shame
birthed right here
in this damn earth
treading and trying to sleep.
black littered torn and bundled up
into a solid form
of chances of change
for glances for shame
birthed right here
in this damn earth
treading and trying to sleep.
Feb 22, 2012
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 20, 2012
H a i s o d e m o o l o w
a blind river flow with truth in dark chamber
flames burn blazers
in hospitable recognition
God as my witness
entrance examination
division
under a number of religions
and since the season wrought jolly
burn tumbleweed of holly
the dolly headed words
a threw
big buster hurt swayed lame anew
and all you do is try to stop me from
a blue blank time
rip off the tip soft
wishes written with white whine.
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