Thursday, February 11, 2010

A certain divinity in the (Live)r's plight
A certain serenity in a Lover's fight
Pained elbows holding fast for stable might
Climbing stairs beyond gutless fright

Feeling pain , drowning your muddy waters
as⋅phyx⋅i⋅ate

Pain(t) the paths of yesterday
Yellow bricks , might they be?
Slighty more piss colored than your under-belly?

A certain silence is pre-requisite.
To be graced by your beneficial kinetic
fray
sometimes its ok to feel like an adolescent again, awkward and kind of new to the world and the way of people. painful but common

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Smashing all of the coveted trinkets held within one's emotional attic
Out of anger, fear, realizing they hold no effective comfort and it's time to let go.
There's nothing to be done but let a heart be broken, to let it open
Sitting empty on the bottom stair.
Peering into the universe, unequivocally relinquished.
I wish people didn't try to depict their lives as if it were in some crazy new technicolor. We're all here, the colors change their vividness depending upon your openness . However, don't fucking try to fake it. There's a million autobiographies to be written, that no one will ever give a shit to read. We've all read the best and worst of poets. It ain't real if you feel the need to put it on your mass mailed out holiday greeting cards.

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:52 pm
Love the jackass annoying neighbor within yourself. You maybe feed them a few decent meals, maybe a beer or two. But you sure as shit don't let them in at 3 am when you're half naked and let them spoon you.

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And there is love

This love is the way clouds weep during an afternoon in Spring .
The vociferant bellows that bring things together again.
The slow trickle of a thawing stream
And the turbulent rapids spilling into an endless sea.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Sometimes you bleed the darkness
Until the water runs clear
Sometimes you float on a river
Til the clouds disappear
Then you sink to the bottom
Dragging along silently
The water takes you, makes you
Live vividly, fluently....softly***

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Wisdom discarded by oblivious pollution
Love thwarted by temptation of a Red #6 colored cherry on top.
Anger that knows no boundaries
Desperation that wants a particular ear to listen.
Whispers locked within a 70's veneered box
Waiting, watching, clenching fists
Smashing energies against..against...
Pin the tail on your arrogance
This party isn't for you
It's meant for thought.
Your ire is not so unique that it can't be store-bought.
Or some generic rendition thereof.
The closest ones pay dearly
For not fitting in a celestial
Serial Box***

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The sadness seeps in behind sanguine smile
Questions painting over root-shaped cracks.
Fear pulling off patterned plaster
Revealing the same walls I built so long ago
Nothing but a glorified imprisonment for pain, for shame, for guilt.
I don't want THIS
I want to be floating
On pacific waters
Watching derailments from far aback
Laughing, loving, singing
An open heart.
YOU.***

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Smashing all of the coveted trinkets held within one's emotional attic
Out of anger, fear, realizing they hold no effective comfort and it's time to let go.
There's nothing to be done but let a heart be broken, to let it open
Sitting empty on the bottom stair.
Peering into the universe, unequivocally relinquished.***