Mar 20

I found God
In the gaze of my lover
As we lay still on the water
In the stupor of fear

I found God
When I fled alone to discover
I was trapped with no other
Until he appeared

I found God
In my haggard reflection,
Torn dress by the ocean
Wondering if I was in the clear

I found God
Watching lost men die free,
Succumbing to clarity
Thinking my time was near

I found God
When I lost all hope
My heart was breaking on the waves
And I didn't know how to steer

I found God
In a longing embrace
Finally feeling in my place
Knowing our time was now and here

Insp. by Strange Cargo  (1940)
emme m
emme m
Mar 19

cold sweat
i’ll never forget
the day we first met

as the sun set
i kinda regret
that i didn’t get
to go to lafayette

#love   #regret   #sun   #sweat   #strange   #forget   #town   #cigarettes   #cold   #lafayette  

As I sit here above the sky
And look upon the clouds
I stretch my mind far and wide
As much as it allows

The further I set out about
The sea above the land
It covers and clears, and covers and clears
And without a doubt expands

The tiny lights and tiny fields
It's as if I am a God
With one quick wipe I clean the land
Or upon a town I trod

Yet I can't help feeling like a lonely bird
Upon my wings today
However, it's quiet nice to feel alone
It has its own strange way
I seem to appreciate the smaller things
Like orange rising up from grey

#love   #sad   #lonely   #alone   #nature   #strange   #melancholy   #fly   #plane   #bird  

Yeah lost as a Ghost without a haunt,
I’ll be the first to admit it,
see my whole life whatever I want,
I just go out and get it,

got a great view from the attic,
in this mansion that’s possessed,
it sits on all the land we’ve acquired and in general the Ghouls are good here,
our Souls aren’t negative this isn’t Poltergeist or The Exorcist,

this is,
the Time to focus on the moment at hand,
this is,
the time to resurrect your Self so you can executively enact and execute your plans…

oh when,

will we be able to fully express,
the hesitation that comes with his,

I’ll be the first to admit that I made some mistakes,
if you’ll at least take a second to honor second that,
then maybe I can slow down take a break from the fast lane,
and move in forward motion in a manner that’s effortless,

yeah I’m lost as a Spirit is,
when He loses the House he was haunting,
yes Redemption can unlock the Exit Doors from Samsara,
but that rode from Perdition to Redemption can be daunting,

especially when traveling with memories from past lives that’re still haunting,

I’m on things,
obviously ornery,
not at all ordinary,
or in any way boring,

I’m on things,

I’m on these things these days,
and I don’t know which is worse the drugs or the stress,
and I really do like like like my girlfriend too,
but to tell the you the truth the One I’m actually in love with is my Ex,

she’s the best,
gave me the Emerald on my hand,
didn’t even know how much it was worth,
even when my jeweler friend appraised it at a few grand,

it’s amazing to be so blessed that’s for sure,
I love that I have a love that is priceless,
and I’m not talking about the Ring I’m talking about Her,

She’s worth more than a whole fortune,
not only priceless but also undefinable,
and I’m intrigued by her origin,
because she seems timeless and at the same time well defined like a diamond in gold,

oh and I know,
that usually I feel stressed and confused,
but when I’m with Her,
the only thing I feel is boundless bliss and ecstatic truth,

living Life like I’ve got nothing to lose,
because the only thing I don’t want to lose is you,

and I love every moment we’re together,
I love when we become One from Two,
even though every time we’re together,
our separation always comes too soon,

and every time we’re together,
I’m praying that Death doesn't come too soon,

because sometimes,
I miss you even when you’re here,
and I’m willing to go to the ends of the earth for you,
I don’t care where just spin the compass and point and we’ll go there,


We as in Us,
You as in Her,
Us as in what We are,
because we can never go back to be what we were,

and I don’t know what I’ve even saying anymore,
because all the clearly defined lines I used to use to define theses lines have totally blurred,

and maybe that’s why I told you before,

I’m lost as a Ghost without a haunt,
I’ll be the first to admit it,
see my whole life whatever I want,
I just go out and get it,

got a great view from the attic,
in this mansion that’s possessed,
it sits on all the land we’ve acquired and in general the Ghouls are good here,
our Souls aren’t negative this isn’t Poltergeist or The Exorcist,

this is,
the Time to focus on the moment at hand,
this is,
the time to resurrect your Self so you can executively enact and execute your plans…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

#lonely   #ghost   #strange   #breakup   #gone   #scary   #haunted  

Oh sleepless night why come tonight?
Curiosity lead me astray
Now sleepless night show me thine telescopic sight

Oh sleepless night why torment me?
Thou came at a strange time in life
Sensuality cover of my sanity

Oh sleepless night why hinder rest?
Youthful travels delay gateways
Yesterdays, break of day, spiritual decay

Oh sleepless night how do you rest?
Time passes yet you do not lay down
Sleepless night show thine sunday best among the rest

Thine heart shalt rest no more,
Find eternal peace by the shore.

#sleep   #time   #strange   #torment   #youth   #tonight   #rest   #sunday  

There’s something ‘bout his rhyming
Sending me head over heels with his writing

Oh, his poetry! A beautifully
Thought out  rhyme scheme…
And when I read
About all the things
He crafts within his head
I can’t help but think
This is the way the world outta be

I’m enamored with a bit of paper
with a bit of ink
I’m enamored with somone’s words
With the way they think

But my heart doesn’t skip a beat
when I meet him face to face
And I can’t help but wonder why it’s not the same

It’s strange! I’m not blushing
But my face starts flushing
when I think about the things I’ve read

An overly refined tongue
Is causing me to be undone
Or maybe it’s just this image I have of him in my head

Oh, all these fantasies! I’m practically
Falling for him already!
Ah, it’s delusional.. but oh his words are so beautiful

Well, it’s like I said
I’ve got these ideas in my head
That get me practically red
I know he’s writing for the world…
But I wish it were me instead

Ha. ^^ This isn't actually true. Guess this is what happens when I write poetry half-asleep, huh? ...All though I suppose it is true that I tend to become infatuated with people easily.
Mar 6

There’s a feeling one gets
oftentimes evoked when people wear clothes too tight for their skin
or hotels by the ocean that have pools
and you wonder if the pool gets jealous
does its’ hands get clammy
does its’ mouth quiver with wondering
why it tastes so much like bleach
and if it feels as exposed as a schoolboy’s battered knees after Sunday mass  
and the feeling is reiterated once more
this cramp of the foot, this skipped heartbeat you become so fixated on
As you watch the old man on the crowded subway
pick at his scabs, the ones he got when he was 23 or 24
he can’t quite remember anymore but it’s hard to remember
such fine details when your clothes smell like urine and your
children don’t visit anymore
so now he’ll sit on anything that moves as long as it propels him forward
as long as he doesn’t have to see the wrinkles
in between the birthday cakes and the heart medicine that
he’s supposed to take but what’s a chemical to a heart
and what’s a heart to an electrical socket someone with
a medical degree keeps poking at  
so this feeling starts getting a name, starts calling cabs and giving them fake addresses
starts moving in and calling itself mister Al on week days and Sister Wendy on the rest
and now the soap stops cleaning and your hands becoming red with scrubbing
some internal message you were supposed to detonate as soon
As you graduated college but the degree was burned in a fire
and all the things you were taught were sold at half price in local yard sales
and so you stop eating dessert for dinner and stop living and
start recollecting, start rewinding the past, time traveling back to a
time when the sun would hit your eyes as you walked crooked streets
the pavement cracking like frost of a glacier in mid September under your feet
and as your voice gets low you smell the scent of lilac flowers in a basket
carried by a woman in threads of agave and cotton, colorful shawls draped
Across her bare arms, wearing rosaries in both her hands chanting words
that you could almost know but you don’t, asking if you’ll buy the flowers
made by the tears of god, crafted by the arthritic hands of mother Mary and
Don’t you just love the virginal white of martyrdom
but there are stones being thrown across the street by rude boys in t-shirts
long enough to be dresses, jeweled numbers on their backs like football players
or prison inmates and the distinction is not as clear
as they ricochet off the tough brown skin of the woman
you begin seeing embers of scarlet and it’s beautiful in the way
the slaughter of a thousand roses by the hands of scissors is beautiful
but the taste of disgust is not far behind,
and you wish the lilacs were a shield of ivory armor
And you wish the boys were boys and not men
there’s a feeling one gets
and I’m afraid you’ll always feel the feeling
like the peel of a peach

It's honestly like a breeze on a blistering summer day.
You wait for it, you don't know it's there, till it's gone.
You crave for this sensation to work its way back, running around madly trying to recreate this breeze of a feeling, love.
It's untouchable, yet you feel it.
When you hear "I love you" for the first time it sends this frigid shock traveling over your body,
Like a cool breeze on a blistering summer day.

#love   #hope   #strange   #light   #finally   #blessed  

Forgo worry,
Welcome change.
C’est la vie
And la vie is strange.

#short   #life   #strange  
M Harris
M Harris
Feb 19

Stagnation never takes its course within oneself.
Praying at the crossroads, hoping things would go well.

Ahead of us lies
A Different standard of meaning,
Adding concrete facets to the once so-called oddity.
Clinging on the urge to stay on track and keep moving.
I just take this strange continuum,
Leaving all my peers bemused and clueless.
Have I changed, have I gone insane?
Even past is haunting me,
I have no time to turn around . . .

#urge   #hope   #time   #past   #strange   #change   #clueless   #stagnation   #crossroads   #oddity  
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