dreams,
a clash that separates
water from the ripple
age to a quadrivium
quantifiable between 30 to 43 second interval.
this ship sails.
touching starboard
to the infinite excursion
of broken compasses
bound, eternally
to the age of a sub-conscious
multiverse.
we sleep
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
i found my knife at the bottom of the mushroom jar where truth, boiled from the muck of an oak slavish of fancy columns, unjustified from the stains of a cold yellow sweat. i have become the primal suspect of an eminent probability among the universal system, taking life for death as trade among souls. i am the ******* monster, beast without beauty, a freak in consistent argument with minacious entities that surround my physical being. blood, sweat, tears- we lose.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
there were several of them,
loud and other-worldly.
almost dream like(flight)
as its bunny magic slowly engulf
an empire of
perpetual beings.
melodies from the dark worlds
we sway left to right
to the sound of bunny talk,
identifiable
by the massive sound of
human waves.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
i surround myself
with their voices
their sound and virtues
to obtain
knowledge of a strum
wisdom from the symphony.
i am part
i am half
desolate
i am lost
yet connected.
their words [truth]
tell my story.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC