head upon the downy pillow underneath the weeping willow by the bubbling river's greening bend the filtered sunlight slanting down you brought to me a daisy crown I wished this merry moment not to end the leaves a-flutter, summer snowing sleepy syllables of knowing our sundering and silences to end and now, we'll pick the … Continue reading A view from the galaxy
Well, I have completed weeks of total withdrawal from a five year addiction to prescription medication. The grip was that strong that it's been an ongoing struggle, but will get to the other side.
I never knew my Grandpa. We have only a faded daguerreotype. But we kids had found out what we weren't supposed to Through fortuitous eavesdropping. He had just gone into his barn one day And done the deed with his own shotgun. Then, when I was twenty, My troubled old Dad said a thing All … Continue reading Ancestral
Some very helpful actions taken by Eve.
The author’s on a blog site I follow, The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch posted, questioning what would we do if there were no writing, no word’s. I found this interesting and decided what if?
Word’s encompass our being. They detail what we know as life. Then I began thinking of this concept on different term’s. Viewing it as a world that deaf and the blind experience. The deaf do not hear the pronunciation or sound of word’s and the blind can not read literature. While word’s are poetic and beautiful to me, I doubt the disabled feel the same.
I have faith in us as human’s in finding ways to communicate without the usage of word’s. Language is something that is taught and repeated and if need be, we change to accommodate. I do not want imagine a world without word’s. I have always been curious as to who creates word’s…
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So much expressed here.
Jesus isn’t waiting for me anywhere. I nailed him
to a tree. A long time ago. And hell fires are extinct to me now. I can no more believe
in them than I can the idea that mercy was
coming for me and just lost its way.
I write this in a field – Gaia’s emerald hair is
what leaves this paper water damaged.
I am not crying now or even fighting tears,
If you could see me now you’d know
that I’m smiling. Like I never have before.
I do not know if we really take anything with us
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as I was walking through the gloom a Delhi night, without a moon I heard a cry, as from a loon but could not spy the creature " 'Tis Whom?" I said, all quivery my voice of scant delivery my constitution shivery (but still could see no feature) there came a creaking, and a squeaking … Continue reading A Dali in Delhi
no mail today nobody calls too cold to play outside these walls nothing written worth a damn just a-sittin' nothin' planned what'd they say 'bout idle hands the devil plays I understand inspiration missing, too I guess I'll do the boogaloo eat pistachios play guitar my moustachio's grown so far comb and wax it twirl … Continue reading Blah Blah Blah
awoke suddenly two hours into sleep disoriented, heart racing wouldn't slow Wife puts the cuff on pulse of one seventy five steady Let's go...let's go off to emergency they took us first there was a guy with a bloody hand they took us first prepped for I.V. we have drugs that will slow it down … Continue reading A lost weekend
Such power and artistry here.
Do you shiver before you wake?
I think I saw a premonition
a swarm of cicadas, erupting from my bowels
like glimmering guts squeezed out trough a meat mincer
I think we don’t have a lot of time.
Stumbling newborns trying to outgrow their cosmic cradle,
now dangling in a net of stellar intestines,
where the gift of self consciousness became our worst nightmare
I think that I, too, am too much meat
and not enough self-analytic thought
a respected artist will starve himself,
but I prefer to eat
I actually do believe violence can be resolved with more violence
and I don’t believe in soulmates
(some days, god forbid, I don’t even believe in souls)
I hate only because I’m full of love.
I have learnt to expect the worst, yet,
the world disappoints me again and again,
like a lover who can’t stop fucking the neighbor
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Have you ever felt That you can never go home again Or that you have never ever really been home In all your life? Perhaps some other world , Some other life, Is missing you. I stood alone, still a boy Enthralled by a Master's painting A scene at once unfamiliar and beckoning It was … Continue reading Degrees of home