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lots of new poems, from 10/20/08 til 9/20/08. peace love and zen |
LATEST ENTRIES ON TOP to dear family 2:38pm November 20th, 2008 | we cannot sit to think it rushes at us, in seconds light apart from the womb i cannot sit and think life rushing at me, in seconds the voices are squabbling dear family i am apart from the womb its feelings all rushing at me in seconds its needs all rushing at me in seconds and the broken, the guilt, the despair of pushing barraging by the second the freedom to sit and think the godhead rushing as a second unhinged from all that is apart from all things I extradite myself I will return with a clear head a clear hand carrying the love of my birthright free of a guilty name unfinished lyrics 7:05pm November 12th, 2008 | a bit of every body lives in every body else a bit of every body sits inside and waits upon a shelf because most of every body wishes that they were some body else so a piece of every body sits awaits the day it calls itself my name, my name i could not tangle children in this game my name, my name you shall be born without a name hiding 6:45pm November 10th, 2008 | heavy contours cast themselves out beyond the lampshade black and white the blinds bicker shades of gray the broken chair the broken drum the broken lightswitch i hide inside the wall shame, shame i bore it all to you shame, shame where was the magic where was the special glow? my treasure is an old sock now, damnit recognizing flowers 6:36pm November 10th, 2008 | for so long I have wanted flowers oh, i coddled the bulbs i gave them my love only to despair for years the bitterest winters for so long i have wanted recognition i coddled my words i gave them my love only to despair four years and i’ve been given flowers I only had to shit all over my ideas the guilt of recognition I am lobotomized 6:36pm November 7th, 2008 | I am lobotomized I have split the organ Of knowledge Of knowing My relation to the space of things Their names Their colors and scents Their functions I have broken history The chain of forcefed memories The limited factuality Here and now Always be Something more than only me The knife is singular It is but one Dimension It pierces like a beam of light It spreads in all directions I am nothing but its glow I am nothing but the wisdom I am nothing but the sum of parts Knowledge simply connects dots worms make you dirt 6:36pm November 7th, 2008 | If you plan on dying Would you return to the earth? Brothers and sisters, why do you hide your bones underground? I know the legends go Rot away and return home Back to the dirt To the worms To begin again But would you begin again? Are you not tired? its but a catnap, a catnap, 6ft under Your tired eyes Freshly dead! They are freshly alive now, in your casket! You are reclaimed in the manure! Your compost stirring! So be quick! Dig yourself up! Don’t die in shame of the light! Sit out upon the mountian precipice Drinking it up Taking the golden path home! this is about comic books 8:49pm November 4th, 2008 | witness this please as i’m on my knees brain in the sky mind wrapped in pleas crow eyes crow eyes that man -he did this to me the- city beneath me see if you want to see he said to me i’ve been here before I always get here and I remember by the thrill of it all I- I always get to where things are weird where things are said and get hung up on angles, slants, hooks and nails on mirrors, inside them, beneath them inside me, I remember, I remember though I always forget and regret when I float back and sink into these old lids I am It is We are You Me I I I I I I I You Me You Me You you and me super dink 7:44pm October 20th, 2008 | nameless energy the raw form sorrow runs its course when tears dry power of the self call it in the name of beauty life death hungry hungry hippo power 1:09pm October 20th, 2008 | oh the hungry lusting for the loved stomach the content-in-fullness could I convert your pangs like boomerangs sent back circulating to my fingertips may I bring a touch force to this world? or will I only sing a song about the famished Oct 15, 2008 second sight, third sight, fourth sight... precious thoughts i slip your secrets out from beneath my tongue in your perfect form the beautiful, inexpressable you are quick to be sipped the liquid leaping at the first dip so it is always the mouth spitting, spitting boiling thought-matter with words now, snatch it by the eyes! look outward teach them to feel see slowly down the sidewalk, spreading their corners! crushing me could i kill the tiptoes could i break the silence with a smile not a nervous little mile without a word about it could i cut the heartstrings emancipate myself from pulleys become the freedom fully and sever all my ties i am the wave i am the dividing line between bodies the flux the fluctuation the balanced face of push and pull i peel back ribs with the crunch of cracked knuckles Satisfaction in breaking the brittle! I take the heart and dig in with my fingers Blood pours out my soul! te tm ts tt ta tem obscure me in every picture, looking idly corner smiles pointing to the sky i no longer long to be featured could the body lines wave away the color of my faces stray from me as wind June 17, 2008 6:38pm meditation in vain i would rather not face the white wall and its corners the mess of clothes covering the laquered floor so I close my eyes I would rather float freely ambigu~ously through the pieces pieces like film slides sailing through space spinning on abstract angles dancing on the corners of their movie magic forget that I am here like a babe reborn with each image presented gazing at the stars, behind the screen, they stay the same as i am naive and watch worlds move in front of me what would I say to the lovers? blinking, twice and looking on at something that stays new but then what words for the jaded ones fading ones pained through I saw split seconds of Father wished I had one wished I was one but was forced to move by my own self back to shallow room now i’m peeling paint from the walls tearing up the floorboards and flinging nails i want to be space-child and watch imagination project a distant window of humanity one i am content in watching through that shows me truth when will I forget that I am real? I want to peal and resonate a vibration in a moment that has already passed BABBLING June 15, 2008 12:16pm The pacific escapes me It elates me to know BODHIDHARMA BROUGHT ZEN WEST TO CHINA One day I’ll make me Find the space in me that moves to BRING ZEN WEST TO CALIFORNIA I sang the songs I saw the pictures The smiles hidden in your tan-lines The smiles in escaping the city-smog Heading out demystified to the mountains To sit KEROUAC BROUGHT ZEN TO THE WATCHTOWER he shared it with the rats beneath the cabin fed the crumbs to the birds upon the treetops ZEN MOVED ITSELF ACROSS THE GAPs in space and time to join me and history to become divine untitled June 15, 2008 11:49am i’ve been too soft lost my edge to love, I say but wasn’t it these highlights captured in sound that turned my head round spun us together like twine maybe it was always just the music i coudn’t recapture the song maybe it just made me mad along the way for all the times I said I’m no longer bitter but then I stayed just blabbed this out in a few seconds trying not to think about it unity unity unity June 15, 2008 2:12am lately in myself I see the man drawn out by your smaller hands and bodies that connect like the coasts that once were tied unified lately i find it becoming to stare the particles adrift in air between our eyes like radiation we dissolve this separation and are one more to come, i'm back in the swing of things 8) |