Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Tuesday Night Post # 2-1


So here we are again


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In This Action They Trans-versed What Already Was Rehearsed
(Stories of the Two)

Life is forgiving
This life forgetting the next
A chain of memories dissolving into self
Not paying for the scars
This one was for free

A devil gives only what is wealthy when it is lost
Turning pages in anticipation following you just to see
In that time I spent staring at a lovely space
My head held to low missing every beat

No sense in taking it all
I found myself waiting for the fall
In autumn time I avoided stepping on the leaves
While you dissolved in their misery
As we stumbled to meet in the middle
We ended up stepping on our feet

Every part I remember
Especially when I rubbed them free of soreness
Your transition was warranted
With this revolution I was left with defeat
Solo los quedamos con Dolores

Glimpses of the lovers in past lives
Of lovers in twisted embrace

Now on this cloud

A time line of encounters
A radiating spectrum flooding my consciousness
An awaking of the past
I can only make sense what weathers
This subliminal task

A body with its breath fingered though mine
Mutual termination with passion as a noose
Mended hands flowing away from the truth of the fire
A growing mound growing old and tangled
Enemies of the state finding
destruction in our hate
Individuals of influence dancing in a hall
Judging not
who we were
what we were
where we were
But living tall
Children touching
A rock with its shadow
A rain fall on a meadow

The brightest one in which I saw you across the hall
One glimpse I knew I knew you then
Never again did I see you again
To make sure I had a chance
I replayed again

Far I am from the one I was
I can only recite what never was
With knowledge came a void
A void of miss-care and neglect
My rational mind becomes a holy reject

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Vacation Return

Hello interweb,

It's been a bit since I have posted. Few hiccups along the way.  Started to become a good worker bee at work. It is time once again to continue with the real work. The one that wakes me up everyday, the one that is and has always been my true love. The work of creation and creativity. Nothing is lost only gained. Nothing is destroyed only transformed.

Lost some value work along the way but this just means I have to create more. With this I leave you with a lil something. It's all in fun and in desperate need to be the only thing I can be, human.

Changed my hair to be a winner

I tried to grow it despite my lack of dinner

When I changed the color

I soon realized I was a broader version of my mother

Then gorged on avocado to make it grow

A thousand days through rain and snow

I found it pleasant when it shielded me from the cold

On my way in from the weather

Wrapped round with this stringy leather

One false move I tripped on a hose fell flat on my face

and broke my nose

When I made my way up my room

My chilly toes with ample hairs

lost their traction

There I went tumbling  down the stairs

My hairy friend his name is Scotty

Took his scissor bite

trim me with no remorse

Needless to say the cut was shoty

When I sported this new cut

As I entered a dancing club

No one seemed to notice the twelve foot hair that wiped the floor

The single hair survived now tangled in every foot from the wall to the door.

In the darkness my head was jerked

In every direction

fuck yeah it hurt

No one saw the reason

They thought it was just the new dance in season

A pretty lil lady soon came to danced with me

At least as much as I could see

My face was in pain and a lil bloody

When the music finally ceased

I got on my knees

Holly fuck that was scary

When she saw me she thought I was playing

But said yes anyway now we're married