Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
two
longing hands thrown
together in honey coated conformity
defined standards
shape the shapeless homes
standard boxes scatter the streets
polluting life's meaning
flowers emit radioactive waves
the willow tree's breath consists
of burnt rubber and pesticides
rivers swimming with churches and air conditioned cubicles
drowning in deceiving perfection
family dinners devour politics
and football for desert
to me this seems second rate
I want out on this
so then I can have in on life
together in honey coated conformity
defined standards
shape the shapeless homes
standard boxes scatter the streets
polluting life's meaning
flowers emit radioactive waves
the willow tree's breath consists
of burnt rubber and pesticides
rivers swimming with churches and air conditioned cubicles
drowning in deceiving perfection
family dinners devour politics
and football for desert
to me this seems second rate
I want out on this
so then I can have in on life
what
hands clawing at the gaps and
gasps of stale air
trigger my
toes pressing against this vacant lot
head chained to the engine
red lips sucking in ignition
drive away
gasps of stale air
trigger my
toes pressing against this vacant lot
head chained to the engine
red lips sucking in ignition
drive away
Saturday, August 22, 2009
:]
let's wrap our desperate bodies
with tendrils and lilly of the vallies
scalp to the soles of our feet
walk into the empty meadow
where we will live alone
let's build a latter
of fir, maple, and oak
finely furnished with twelve coats of thick paint
then we can climb up to the moon
where we will live alone
let's wrap ourselves in sheets of seaweed
mingle with plankton
searching for love in the deep sea
where we will live alone
let's travel to the far desert
basque in the sun
with parched mouths
we can build a home out of cactus
where we will live alone
let's build a bonfire out of dried birch
in an empty field
we can wrap our arms around each other
jump into the flames
burning our shells
till we are just two wise souls
living alone
with tendrils and lilly of the vallies
scalp to the soles of our feet
walk into the empty meadow
where we will live alone
let's build a latter
of fir, maple, and oak
finely furnished with twelve coats of thick paint
then we can climb up to the moon
where we will live alone
let's wrap ourselves in sheets of seaweed
mingle with plankton
searching for love in the deep sea
where we will live alone
let's travel to the far desert
basque in the sun
with parched mouths
we can build a home out of cactus
where we will live alone
let's build a bonfire out of dried birch
in an empty field
we can wrap our arms around each other
jump into the flames
burning our shells
till we are just two wise souls
living alone
Friday, August 14, 2009
bitterness
we argue all night
and sleep all day
walking zombies
turning the sky grey
he hands me a rose
i return a thorn
guilt floods my body
like a bloody storm
there's moments of paralysis
when i think it's all going to end
only to realize
we're moving together again
and sleep all day
walking zombies
turning the sky grey
he hands me a rose
i return a thorn
guilt floods my body
like a bloody storm
there's moments of paralysis
when i think it's all going to end
only to realize
we're moving together again
this all reminds me to feel
Change
ornate specks of salty ocean air
fall the the ebb of the tide
massaging the shore
slowly being pulled out of grasp
i long to hold it all.
to cup a wave -crest to trough
in my empty hands
this moment of comfort
soon falls to the domination of nature
a stronger force than us all
my liquid i have held for never long enough
is summoned by the westward winds
back to the waters
waiting for a new soul to scoop it up
ornate specks of salty ocean air
fall the the ebb of the tide
massaging the shore
slowly being pulled out of grasp
i long to hold it all.
to cup a wave -crest to trough
in my empty hands
this moment of comfort
soon falls to the domination of nature
a stronger force than us all
my liquid i have held for never long enough
is summoned by the westward winds
back to the waters
waiting for a new soul to scoop it up
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