I have this quote in my diary. apparently I was already reading Erich Fromm as a teenager. I don't remember reading Fromm that long ago BUT I can definitely recommend the books: "the Art of Love" and "The Art of Human Destructiveness" because those are two books I have given to friends.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
I walk with dead birds lay across the ground
I walk alone with air humbly abound
You've seen me wandering around without a sound
And the pale morning confesses my sympathies
“Hush, you’re being guided by instinct. Hush now, as you walk with dead birds that lay across ground”
The connections of my lifetime are now bound by city sidewalks
Sometimes I walk ahead when there's something I can't pronounce on my mind
and I end up at intersections and homeless men
Empty cans, ***** clothes in a pile, and I know I'm not better than them
Walk ahead where you're supposed to go and you’ll see you're walking blind
You’ll find a religion of brilliant noise
Fly free fallen angels,
Now confess your sympathies, as the pale morning guides your lifetime sound
I walk where dead birds lay across the ground
And the pale morning confesses my sympathies
Wandering around without a sound
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
We were lovers at last
You verb; gave me your house
And put food in our mouths
When tomorrow is at last
You verb; wore clothes a different attire to wear
Sunk teeth in the colors and dyed your hair
You ran so brilliant and fast
You verb; left us a dress that you made
Inscribed I love you always
It was a sunset forgotten
Brother sky put blush on your face and went down once again
Goodnight lover, courses of goodbyes to you friend
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
I hope you’re dead
I’m digging in your grave Lord
I think you’re undead
I’ve already been digging
To say I dug up the undead
I found and opened a coffin
And all there was was a sticky note that said
“Ye of no faith”
“I’ve never believed in death”
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
GOTHIC POEM (come on, everyone needs at least one)
My happiness like autumn turns brown
Dries out rivers of sympathy
My hope is like winter and turns rivers ice
The sunshine in spring, up before the break of dawn hints at my poker face
Summer weather droughts every thought
Strangles the idea to strive with heatstroke
In the sunshine it’s understood
when that little voice says
It's a ride toward madness
Caress your dreams with nightmares in your bed
You'll see what others have bled for
their secrecy shall lie with the nightmares you keep
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
Torn tissues
The widow fights with midnight
Goodnight my love
She's crying on midnight’s shoulder
Am Eternal everlasting goodbye
Dreams of compassion, she wakes only to meet the middle of night
And the night witnesses her
A Mistress in the hour of dark
Goodbye my lover, forever in lust with oblivion
You're truly dying my beloved
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
157 to 160
The torn pages that once compensated the other pages manifestation cries out understanding
It remains an unsolved case
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
Rains pour down upon the withered kingdom reminiscent of the apple in direct contact to the open sun rays
A cold wind breathes exhaling and inhaling passed ruined crop fields complimenting itself in a swaying motion
The corn fields once as bright as the sun, now as black as the soil whence it came forth and flourished from
Vines grow upon the grey stone like a fire burning the surface of a tree wildly spreading until its victims collapse
This territory complimented an old man who was once king but sits as idle as stone
The drunken old man who said he could live without this, with his speech slurred
Calling out that kingdoms word
That kingdoms name
That kingdoms definition
The King of Acrimony
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
The house had a strange familiar smell
A scent of cloth new mixed with fresh smell moisture
This scent smells that of a pine smell on the run, streaking down an oak table
A forest with no pathways untouched by human being
The sounds of rivers, a waterfall lets all your fear go
A smell that brings comfort to one’s soul
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
The sky is pale and dry of all reaction
A day where no one’s awake
Something is not in my mind where something belongs
What else is there to do lately?
I Welcome myself to an endless night of dreams
Watch the sky bleed its sunset and fade away
watch me beg for it not to go away
I've been looking for the North Star lately
Something to wash away my memory
I don’t know where to go lately
I'm looking to to empty skies
North star lost all meaning
I'm losing the meaning of all space and time
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC