wesley-joseph-breedlove
American
Ambition is a fun way of driving you towards things / that you never wanted to win / because you're just a man; a dangerous bag of chemicals / and you can't stop. / So you go to the desert / to find out what you want and / what you are, if anything at all
Nameless, faceless
Sea of Many
Save a soul
Toss a penny
Need another?
There's aplenty
Reach into my pocket
Ignore the silver locket
Take a penny
It's all yours
For each is worth
A little more
A sea of Souls
Unlock the door
Dec 1, 2022
Dec 1, 2022 at 9:30 PM UTC
My will to live has left me so,
Now I'm alone
In the ******* snow
Lost my way while walking home,
Now I'm alone
In the ******* snow
Cold creeps in, my bones, so numb
The wolves they howl, my heart it thumps
My achy bowels, my arms in mumps
Blood is moving extra slow
Now I'm alone
In the ******* snow
Dying alone
In this frozen hellish landscape
Alone
In the *******
Snow
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 4:38 AM UTC
Hello sun
You don't know me but
You touch me
in ways that einstein couldn't describe
I feel your waves
Through my heartstrings
You burn my arm
but strengthen my heart
Give me cancer
but brighten my day with
art &
life &
food &
radiation thAT MIGHT **** ME ONE DAY
......SORRY .... sorry....
You're my muse
I'll use you to power my house & your scorching
tendrils to
find
my
way
onward......
Sometimes
You're a man
in my dreams
sometimes a woman
but that doesn't matter
it never has
because what you feel
inside so strongly
is
neither
its just you.....
like the Sun is what it is
nothing will change that
be it rain
nor comet shower
The Sun will always be
A burning tower
A guide in these
drastic times
If you pray to him
he'll grow your
penis... and your mind
she'll radiate your vegetables
it's by design
it tells me "it's been awhile
since anyone said hi
it's oh so lonely up so high
the moon sometimes makes me want to cry
thinking of better times
when
people communicated
instead of
typing out their pantomimes
into silly
little
machines..... and a rhyme.....
wake up little humans
I'm warming up
it's not my fault
You like driving big trucks
your planet decided
you're S. O. O. L.
the carbon levels
in the atmosphere
are troubling
but have no fear
you're in for a jazzy
existence here
Whether it be desert sands
or icey strands
of land
with many man..... men..... man?
Anyways the moon says "hi
I'm bright
but only tonight
my light
is tight
I radiate delight
& I might
be a hollow shell of metal that's tidally locked like a
vice
the Sun shares it's life
without it
I'd be a dull dusty oval
floating into a black hole
so
Thanks sun.... I mostly love you
and we're both seeing the same planet..... so.....
I won't go above you
you'll be my king
I'll be your boo
just keep me lit
I'll do anything you want me to
but the guys from andromeda said
"Keep an eye on these humans
they're a bit new..... man....
shoot down their nukes
don't let one land
if it hits a city..... well.....
there goes our plan
They show promise
they're still off..... a bit.....
maybe humanity has lost it
covid?
it's the flu are they ********
they're letting bug-eyed weirdos on TV
tell them they should get injected
with something that 'might' save them?
Let's see where this goes
Keep observing..... we might visit and
they will be overcome"""
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 2:07 AM UTC
Memories like broken glass
fill my heart my sensible soul
shards of you
remain
Tattering this perspective
Leaving a broken person
behind these eyes
This Kerouac perception
mounted on confusion
for feelings left
undisclosed
Baffling me like a child
Thunder and rain my
only solace
dark clouds my psyche
mutually bound
Like hurricane Galveston
ripping apart these thoughts these transgressions
mortally comforting
like cigarettes on Sunday
reaching forth
grasping at straws so they say
they always say
but do they feel as I've felt?
alone & tempered
as glass
the glum periphery engulfing
melting me down eating away
into a pool of nihility
to harden to break these chains
feels outdated unscripted nonsense
in the background of my memories souvenirs
a setpiece based on untruths
created
into
this
sheer crystalline matter
They call
Glass
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
Kiss me
Take me to bed
Then,
punch me in the nose
bloody my mind with your rage
and forgive me nothing
Hold me tenderly
as your friend
and keep my secrets
Interlock your fingers into mine
show me your eyes
allow me the depth of your soul
or
the chance to kindle
your intricate loveliness
Feel something &
allow yourself to feel it first
before tearing it apart for answers
Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
It's extraordinary. Today my existence felt like a cloud. A cloud of luminous star stuff, billowing in the dark. A feeling of spacious wonder and cosmos. Like I was within this void cloud, succumbing to the ether of nothingness and consciousness at once.
Such serendipity filling my lungs, tracing my heartbeat. I had no clue at the time. My absence of knowledge like the innocent breath of a thousand newborns.
Fleeting existential begrudgery and the radiance of every sun. I imagine the beep beep beep of luminescent wonder as the thought of light reaches my senses. A guitar solo and distant beat enchanting my soul.
But in reality, I sense nothing. Not a cold winter morning, with fog on the window from warmth. Nor the buzz of insects from spring air, breathing life into the Earth's harmony.
The tingle I feel is in my reminiscent stardust memories. Of life before life. Feeling before it was felt. Sounds before they were heard and only vibrations of the mind. Of sight being nothing more than annoying bright lights before they were calculated into something more understandable.
This is the beginning of such a beautiful moment. Indescribable and an explosion of the senses. The background beat of a chorus. The vibrance of a photograph. The contrast of a black and white movie. The boom of bass against an orchestra of sounds.
The feeling of a loved one's touch. The sound of thunder rumbling. Seeing your first array of black clouds engulf the stratosphere. The cold envelopment of raindrops covering your delicate skin.
All of life's beauty doesn't have to seem beautiful at first. Just give it time. Just give. Time.
We're all stardust here.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 6:21 AM UTC
My
Sense of self
Is wearing down
I feel the corrosion
In my head
My body
And soul
Like
an unkindled fire
Amongst
a sea of flames
The 'thump thump'
of my heart
Slowly drowned out
By
The thunderous boom
Of those around me
Self actualization
On
the tip of my tongue
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
Aliens
They have no notion of past or present,
everything is about oceans.
When they ask for you
it is really a story about seeing the ocean.
VISITOR #1:
Listen. It is failure of bridges that builds angels.
GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT:
Is this the depression
we've all been experiencing?
VISITOR #4:
Please have a seat and forget the edge of that coast,
you were not intended for this distance.
GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT:
I believe we're all owed an explanation.
Where is this manifest?
I've never ridden a horse, I am being dreamed about.
VISITOR #1:
You would not believe
the stories redwoods have.
You each get one phone call.
GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT:
But the voicemail I've been trying to reach,
all morning,
is full.
"I dream of psychiatrists telling stories
about dreaming of women
they've seen in unedited videos on the internet.
Sometimes they save her from that burning nightclub."
VISITOR #2:
If you're going, leave your voice
somewhere in a room I know.
COLLEGE STUDENT:
We would have no need for phones if you didn't invent distance.
VISITOR #2:
There are trees that become stained with a purple blossom.
During summer the blossoms fall and shadow around the trunk
like a violet negative.
What a beautiful dimension that must be.
They pull her skirt down to examine the body,
palms pour from a sidewalk in L.A.,
everything is cracked-
"My god she's beautiful, huh?"
I think I met them before,
a long time ago.
THE MEMORY OF A VISITOR APPEARING IN A DREAM:
What happens next? Come the exit of electricity from the body;
on a long enough time-line all weather radicalizes and the people
will grow into trees.
You can read about that hollowness and never be prepared for it.
It’s like standing on the edge of an overpass,
and being completely empty of the urge to jump.
This is what I remember:
instructed to reenact creation
she throws clothes
from an open window above the 60 freeway.
"You have to imagine there are people,
surrounding you and talking"
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
I faintly remember
a time
I stopped breathing and
explored my breath
That moment we introduced mysteries to our bodies
and our souls
walked the empty streets for awhile
eventually entered a realm of human beings
all while stuck in our own world
stopped
yet still conscious
experiencing the unbelievable
you with an ex
Me with the trees and
Freelance Whales echoing in my ears
Kid Cudi reminding me to
Breathe
Walking along the tree shaded street side
Stopping every 5 steps so you may text your then beloved
and myself
focusing on the flowing being of
the world
eventually making it to the theater
we stumbled upon your dad
scaring the ever loving ****
out of us and our future...
but you handled it
and
we proceeded to watch our movie believing in a
higher power
watching over
this feeling...
I could believe nothing else
It was my interpretation of a god
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
I am forefronted on the balance
Of loneliness
& hope
It's too bright to know where I am
& too dark
to see where I'm going
So I'm cruising along
Doing my thing
Acting a fool
I didn't seem to have much interest
in anything
And it vaguely marred my visage
Not understanding how
Being in another part of the world
It changes you
I don't remember
the exact moment everything changed
I just know that it did
One moment, I was impenetrable
The next
my heart was beating outside my chest
Exposed to the elements
I am a child trapped in a man's body
And it's so bright outside
But too dark for me to see anything
That matters.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC