Black pitched broken up
The lights in our house
Reflect in flicker against
Mother's broken China cup's
But I'm losing sight of the stars
In a blackening sky
Against a rising tide
Where all that once was right
Proves now only to be wrong
I turn over the final page
Of a burning novel that lays unafraid
Here lusting over love and hate
Nothing but lost souls
Crowded tight inside faceless cafes
Perhaps we are destined for such
Seemingly unfortunate misgivings
Where each every one of us
Reaches a point that is past forgiving
Or maybe we are so sick and tired
Of hearing of all the world's sinning
But let me continue...
Tears only hold their meaning
When dropped from love or
The loss of It
I accept the finitude of life
I do not accept the finitude of life
I live in a fighting stance
Until my legs give out and
My knees are unable to hold me
Nature does not worry
About these annoyances
She created the paradox
Stepped aside
Leaving us with small talk
Deeming one another divine
I struggle
I live
I stumble
And yet I live
But I have seen it
And there is the moment
The space
Between moments
A breath without technique
Without structure
Organization, friendship, love, or parents
Chest split open to the hungry
Nature that greedily yearns
For my blood and bones for Her dirt
Disregarding my spirit and soul
And leaving the most thought of
Holiest of holy possessions on an Earth
That gives as much as **** about us
As we do -
Thus, I face
Into a homely wind
To dream to drift eternally
To be born
To be human
To be man
To be alive
What pain we go through to feed this life
And
The next
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
Black pitched broken up
The lights in our house
Reflect in flicker against
Mother's broken China cup's
But I'm losing sight of the stars
In a blackening sky
Against a rising tide
Where all that once was right
Proves now only to be wrong
I turn over the final page
Of a burning novel that lays unafraid
Here lusting over love and hate
Nothing but lost souls
Crowded tight inside faceless cafes
Perhaps we are destined for such
Seemingly unfortunate misgivings
Where each every one of us
Reaches a point that is past forgiving
Or maybe we are so sick and tired
Of hearing of all the world's sinning
But let me continue...
Tears only hold their meaning
When dropped from love or
The loss of It
I accept the finitude of life
I do not accept the finitude of life
I live in a fighting stance
Until my legs give out and
My knees are unable to hold me
Nature does not worry
About these annoyances
She created the paradox
Stepped aside
Leaving us with small talk
Deeming one another divine
I struggle
I live
I stumble
And yet I live
But I have seen it
And there is the moment
The space
Between moments
A breath without technique
Without structure
Organization, friendship, love, or parents
Chest split open to the hungry
Nature that greedily yearns
For my blood and bones for Her dirt
Disregarding my spirit and soul
And leaving the most thought of
Holiest of holy possessions on an Earth
That gives as much as **** about us
As we do -
Thus, I face
Into a homely wind
To dream to drift eternally
To be born
To be human
To be man
To be alive
What pain we go through to feed this life
And
The next