gently draped
luminous drops
wrapped as vine
piercing pixels that break the natural barrier
of space and time
and all between we have created
continually contributing
to a cyclical desire
give and take
all to create
a captive being
wearing only a smile
but that is all she needs
and not even that that guides
us and drives us in our day to day
endeavors, that which gives us reason
to wake
is existent separate
from the push and pull
that perpetuates the vast nothingness
endlessly irrelevant
speaking to nameless gods
basking in the serene light of love
wading in the omnipotent presence
wincing at the shock of the moment
ultimately the wind will blow with bitter anonymity
gently embracing the monotonous hum of our existence
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
what if i am not
all that i have been
but possibly
all i will become
experiences fall
like seeds in the wind
our morals tie tight to
experiences of others past
restricting framing our future
as time unfolds
will we continue to become
who we have always been
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
soul inscribed in it's vessel
gently caressing the being
light burns from within
ephemeral transience
contracting
it will
expanding
consume
providing desire
driving
everything and nothing
fall blissfully in and out of sync
cyclically yawning at an
ever expanding horizon
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
sunlight
highlights
the lowlights
of all things
continuing contrasts
lighten the load
of an expanding
consciousness
change occurs
void of that unaffected
thoughts, beliefs, ideals
actions perceived free of inspiration
a hidden motivation
spirals cyclically and infinitely
to ever expanding nothingness
the body is only a vessel
for a timeless being
a collection of all
that was and is and has been or will be
what wasn't and isn't and hasn't
been and won't ever be
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 9:08 AM UTC
seven times and no luck
in the end you gotta do everything yourself
creator who can't finish a thing
a creation of self, maybe a fitting end
nodding with approval
comes with age it would appear
a sensible smile conveys all that is meant
how else do you end an exchange
surrounded by so many
unintentional
indivisible
unrequited
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
uncut toenails mock the vanities of the living
continually growing fibrous and strong
a shrinking self
a light lunar pull
draws he deepest depths to your eyes
they puddle at the surface
who am i, to dip my toes in?
lightly perched upon beautiful
bare feet
what a magnificent sole
lost
not that is matters
everything is cyclical
everything is peachy
a sour spot on you left side
or was it the right
three days, falling apart already
and some rise at this hour?
dogs run rampant
myriad cigarettes protruding from their necks
effects of an american economy, hopelessly dependent
cute pooch, that look
that look
just jonesin' for a ***
who is he
to know what's really goin on
everything is out of his control
the cotton woods wailed
and sandwiches fell
and i don't every really feel that alone
i am becoming unwanted
death
destroying worlds
sometimes i look at the moon
fat and dull
and just keep thinking
resting on the crest of a sliver
cloaked in a starry embrace
an apathetic upturned smile
satisfied with all that goes on
wistfully wandering towards dawn
incandescent beams pierce her supple skin
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
Swaths of color
bring subjective representations
of objective correlative
puddles sit
collecting in black retinal holes
becoming what we wish
or believe we know
creating ****
to break a never ending cycle
adonis, taken before her day
filth meticulously applied
to create an unknown class
an artifice
a ploy
aimed at degradation
filling broken vessels
drained of all that has been deemed important
now is as good as any moment
timeless all one and the same
spinning girl, the shepherdess
seen all as one
dissolving time and space
an altered aesthetic
flattening planes
all is over
and nothing has ever mattered in the end
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
christ is holy and there is guacomole
**** is **** a holy son
of insignificant words from some foundfather
no words to be existing is here religion is something
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
Graphic holographic photographic
useless plastic blacklights
that sit
popping balloons ***** spilling
everywhere, at least partial
it comes and goes
sitting, comparing mustaches, reminiscing
woodland conundrums meaningless exchanges of time
passed
squished in a sober automobile
full of drunks meaningless squabbles
squished seven in where seven belong
belligerent drunk, joyously sober
drunkenly sober?
either way i am
am i
i am
here for now, although we all know the impermanence of time, the moment
stupid words thrown on a page
to serve what purpose?
what good does any of it do?
words connect emotions
sorrowful stories of serene sounds
uneffecting interacting with all
endless expanses of open feet walk without
soles? souls? either way the have no base?
sitting on couches watching beaten cats dogs children
the night is getting late it's clear now
and i sit thinking thoughts that never leave my mind
and smile
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
to wonder to wander to wish to want
i suppose all is a waste without action
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 7:31 PM UTC