Sinking
Sinking
Sinking into the mire
The day beckons me
“Listen!”
If only I had ears to receive
This corporeal prison
Beholden to my faulty chemistry
I brace myself with lies and purpose
In the City of Angels
I wonder
“Is it dead?”
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 2:08 PM UTC
Flushing a toilet full of **** is not unlike living and dying. As the **** spirals into the sewage pipes that sprawl like so many veins underneath the city that all lead to the sea where they join the **** of others, so do our bodies after they are interred and decompose, only to be consumed and shat out by the flora and fauna of the Earth, binding to all that is, ever was, and ever will be. For when our planet is pulverized and our myriad guts scattered across the galaxy, we will all be married in ****** celestial totality.
Life is ****
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 8:22 PM UTC
To weave a golden thread
To keep and covet a dream
Taut in the aether
A glimpse of the mother
Radiant and proud as the essence that glows beneath my very feet
Trickling up
Swelling behind my cloying eyes
I clench and stretch the anima
As a bird struggling for freedom of its porcelain white cell
Life is ushered forth
Spraying it’s fragrant, violet mist
Drunken in its volume
The majesty of this experience is as transient as the vessel it haunts
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
**** me
With saccharine sighs
And cloying eyes
Their glamour entices me
These thoughts leaden in my viscera
Scarlet in my sclera
Your love is terrifying
Viscous and caustic
You’re going to destroy me
But that’s fine
I’m going to let you
Lingering in your shade
I’ll stay awhile longer
Away from myself
I’ll never be far enough
Just let me stay awhile longer
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
Lift me up
So I can look down
To see the throes of truth foisted by our clandestine pretense
It's become us, blinded us
Abandoning our empathy
The joists of fear fulcrum the foundation of our ignorant obstination
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel the water
Seeping through my land
Cracked and sanguine
Now seamless and quenched
The smell of petrichor fogs my skull
And the birds bathe and drink
Their songs entice me to discover
To explore my immanent wealth
To remind me of something I’d forgotten
As an epiphany
I recede into myself just as my feet are enveloped by mud
But I remain still
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
The stark contrasts between conscious and dreaming life become less and less discernible when you’re caught in a waking slumber
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
I descend the spiral steps
Upon which few have taken notice
Each tread downward unveils cascades of immanent balance
Seething through me
Percolating as water in fertile soil
Soot wafting in the pillars of light that fulcrum this ancient temple
Ineffable
I am everywhere and nowhere
The dull pangs of humanity do not exist
In the abyss
All tangible evidence of my person lost in the bright aether fabricated by unsung heroes
They motion me forward
Ecstatically embracing the mercurial infinitude of our majesty
We weep because we are found
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
Tinnitus from our feedback loop
A match to glass powder and red phosphorus
Friction of our egos
Makes us calloused and blistered
Brutal and tender
I wanna be exposed
To feel the cold burn of the wind on my pink, new skin
Clench my jaw, inhale the moment till I scorch my lips
And with open arms submit
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC