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Reality
is a name
we apply to the Stage
upon which
the grandest improvised Act
is to play out:
Life

The World
is thy Stage;
ne'er compromise
the part
you know in your Heart
you were born to play

Everyone
is a Natural;
the tricky bit
is merely for One
to discover
One's true passion

Every part is important
in the holistic system
we know as Humanity;
in the holistic system
we've come to call Reality:

The Stage is set;
will you be ready?
A gentle breeze blows ALWAYS across the World

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Perhaps the best we can do is to DIE nobly





We are the immune system of the world

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Gentleness

Gentle breath

Fierce with a gentility born from love

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The playground song lasts forever

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The gentle breeze

Carries all images to everyone

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(We are the immune system of the world)

We absorb all diseases in order to learn the way to heal

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We mate and marry along the way

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We are the immune system of the world

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We breath

A gentle breeze that ALWAYS flows across the world
she was reading haruki murakami
and licking her lips of muffin crum
bs - - i, placated via cellphone, calle
d to leave a message for a friend ab
out Oscar Wilde's De Profundis  a
s i think i forgot it on his couch spea
k-easy speak-fast distract myself wit
h cigarette headrush rants and slow-
mo's she moves close gazing as i c
uriously whisper back with connect
ed pupil and she comes so so close - - g
arbage can next to me close - - she keep
s peeking at me, pulls out norwegian w
ood scans road i awkwardly pull out an
thology of chinese poems from backpa
ck to possibly impress! she keeps peek
ing peeking peeking i almost start conve
rsation but heart-beats race-track grand
prix miss my bus and i know it almost re
trieve cigarette from pocket (ghoulish goo
dy) second-guess she may think it unattra
ctive? no shiney faced race horse (do u ev
en lift, bro - - no dude i don't, i literally do
n't lift
) cement truck clamours past and i n
ot really paying attention to the ******* c
hinese poems anyway begin to read the way
the sun glances off the spinning barrel like c
hinese poetry - - glancing always to newspea
k my way into awkwardity so ******* he
adrush
she walks away, turns on heel to loo
k me in darting eyeballs (are u coming? i sup
pose so, jesus
) i clamour onto my feet and foll
ow her pretend to be checking bus-times ya fu
ckin goof 15X arrives and she departs without
a smoke-signal we were close we were close we
were close and i missed my bus waiting for my
self to brave-and-snake
so i walk away pretend-
careless and finally retrieve cigarette from pocket
read the smoke like chinese poetry (ghoulish goody)
the alimony money
keeps me
warmer
than you ever did
it keeps
me toasty warm
every folding quid

you never stayed
at home
to pour your love
on me
these days
it's so grand
being enfolded
in your money

it was a D Day
in the divorce court
you had to pay me
a big payout
for all those years
you'd been
playing about

I sleep the sleep
of the thankful
that indeed I do
with the cash recompense
which fell
so rightfully due

looking back on those times
when my man
wasn't at my side
he was chasing
other skirts
being most untrue
to his bride

my heart is comforted
at the amount of dough
I possess
such a substantial sum
of happy redress

honey your alimony money
makes my life so so sunny
He has brutalised your beauty
And made you fragile.
Tears tremble on cobalt lashes
Bruised, bewildered
Goddess fallen,
Breaking as you fell.
You sought and brought happiness, warmth and abundance,
But lived, it seemed, a life of anything but.
Now facing a vindictive rage
You must remain stoic.
Your mythical namesake
Found no comfort or pleasure in retaliation, or revenge.
He is incapable of love
And will never back down.
You will need to find the strength to match
His angry bile with wile and guile
His iciness with fire,
Remorseful honesty shows him
A cold, and bitter liar.
i see you've got a life
here I've got mine too
fold them in together
wishes do come true
then soon but some say later
i saw my coin fall
ripple in the water
and wishes i wished i never wished
wished above all hope
gave too much away
the things that mattered most
not within myself
but crashing on your coast
hoping for the latter
the former never came
leaving spinning clay
all but only fame
so i picked at each stitch
with my teeth clenched grit
still catching on my shirt
i'm bare, cold out of wit
just naked, wet and wishing once again
that coin would wish toward
a less broken, barren end.
I can eat chocolate until I want to *****,
Down ***** until the room spins,
Pump weights until my muscles disown me
Or walk for miles until my legs tremble
And my heart calls for help in panicky spasms.
I can do all these things, again and again,
I can hate myself, berate myself, and half **** myself,
But I can't escape myself,
So I am as well forgive myself,
Love myself, accept myself,
And try to find redemption from within.
In the temple of the mind— flash,
Mortal pegs are but fingers shape,
The light of dreariest day, told lash,
All for the rush, conspiring too late.
She is so beautiful

She lie naked on the bed

Her hair!
Curling about her head!

A lovely creature

A DOLL!

That's when I leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips

But
(At the VERY last moment)

I sunk my teeth into her neck!

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(same thing -------really)

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NOW TOGETHER
FOREVER!

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FOREVER

(---the place of NO ESCAPE!)

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FOREVER!

?

(Entwined in time)

?

The GREAT MISTAKE!

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Entwined

In

Eternal

LOVELESS DEATH
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