matthew-mckinney
American
An average Joe that enjoys Hesse, Camus, Aristotle, Nietzsche, Emerson, and Whitman. / / And when I am not reading those dudes I am listening to Devin Townsend, Frank Zappa, Yes, Deep Purple, Coheed and Cambria, Oceansize, The Psychedelic Furs, and many many more.
Tell me how does the shape of a star relate to that of a circle?
And so the cycle begins....
You have qualities, potential, skills, and talents that of which others do not possess
But tell me how does this relate to us?
But tell me before we take any risks, how does this relate to us?
We need equals.
We need collectives, teams, partners, and trust.
How well do you relate?
How well do you walk the walk and talk the talk?
We're aware that you offer something new....
But tell me how does the shape of a star relate to us?
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
Starbucks is not an image, it's a brand. I don't buy your coffee talk. Don't feed me your low-brow, middle-class, high-minded ******** I know you better than you know yourself. You sit there for all the world to see, displaying your property, as if that makes you you. You in your tiny bubble, blanketed by an aura of serenity. I just want burst your peace into millions of pieces. I want to shake the foundations your chair and table stand on and watch you clutch for your cafe latte. "Oh, my dress." But the stain matches your clothing. Fitting, isn't it?
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
Streaming the conscious through sheets of empty space.
Form is a vacuum that ***** the individual's mind into wormholes
Ever so vibrant, ever so curious... stare into void's mirror
Reach in, as galaxies ripple through every sinking star
Pull out pieces of you that shine brighter than any abyss
Hold on, feel it pulsate through each vein and nerve
Let go, consciousness creates.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 7:23 PM UTC
The clean and pristine
It sickens me.
Let’s get it on
Between back seats
And buried dreams
Where God cannot see
Forgive me father for I have sinned
This Sunday Morn,
A Repenter’s Device
To save his life
For the coming of Christ,
Reborn
Seven Hell Marys
And all is forgiven,
Wear this halo
Around the arm
With lethal injection
The clean and pristine
It sickens me.
Let’s get it on
Between back seats
And buried dreams
Where God cannot see
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 5:28 AM UTC
Take me to your leader
Let me be your probe
Love me, **** me, Bleed me, Burn Me
Have and to hold
Wedded Interstellar
Transcending god through ***********
Outer space bliss
Green as the sea through ************
Galaxies kiss
Give birth beautiful star
We will meet our end
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 5:26 AM UTC
In days like these I see new doors open
Blind in route with many paths to travel
Wearied are my feet from walking over
Stone and glass; blood drips upon the gravel
Hurried gestures signal through horizons
Is it too late to find myself in shade?
This endless drifter is forever blazoned
To walk a selfish lonely fool’s parade.
The rain waters deepen; arid desert
Become blue sea, as beauty springs from green.
New doors open, be patient, don’t divert.
The Sun defeats the Moon each new morning.
I will champion mountains, wild season’s song.
In search of a place where I will belong
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 5:16 AM UTC