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Mikey Kania May 8
your heart is banging
against your chest
the end of your quest...







you've found the best
Today is a good day.
Dez Apr 22
I cry and often for get to ask why
On some days I’m fine
But it’s times like now
That I find out
That life is just a game
And I am trying to figure out
Why I came
Something. It was always something.
And whenever it was nothing
That something came crashing in
Amplifying, magnifying, falsifying

Nothing is ever as hard as living
Nothing was ever as easy as quitting
Surviving was unforgiving
Dying was unremitting

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

One lone thing could change the world
For better or worse, all unknown
Transcendence be the killer of all
Be a hero, die alone

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

A tattered quest
A broken trail
A sin confessed
All’s bound to fail
A heart of stone to anchor down
A heart of gold, a thieves’ crown
A heart of ice to thaw the beast
An injured heart, long deceased

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

A damaged soul, laid to rest
Unforgiving and unremitting
A hero's tale, told at best
Rescript and falsely fitting
Fred Mar 5
Something's wrong
tears just behind my eyes
aching heart
something missed
out of step
constant grieving
something's wrong

In my land there dies a thousand
something's wrong
something's wrong
how will healing ever be that grand
to heal the somethings wrong?
how will life be large enough
to swallow dying
something's wrong

Breath is easy, in and out
so is walking where I will
my fingers bend in normal fashion, yet,
somethings wrong, something's wrong

Beyond my vision tears are running
marathons to empty towns
something's wrong beyond my knowing
how will love become the song
how will somethings ever change
to something's right from something's wrong?
Mikey Kania Feb 27
i've been looking for
myself so often that

i forgot about the first time
i forgot about the last time
Today is a good day.
Mikey Kania Feb 27
as we escaped reality
within boundless lands

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!

as we tried to make it
finally finna don't fake it

and as we entered our land
secretly; always warm

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!

an infinite loophole
children adults and groups

it had never been too late
we had never gone that far

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
Today is a good day.
Earthbound,
and yet I now fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that no sound
echoing by
below where the mountains are lifting
the sky
can be heard.

Like a bird,
but not meek,
like a hawk from a distance regarding its prey,
I will shriek,
not a word,
but a screech,
and my terrible clamor will turn them to clay—
the sheep,
the earthbound.

*

Tashunka Witko of the Lakota Sioux, better known as Crazy Horse, had a vision of a red-tailed hawk at Sylvan Lake, South Dakota. In his vision he saw himself riding a spirit horse, flying through a storm, as the hawk flew above him, shrieking. When he awoke, a red-tailed hawk was perched near his horse.

Published by American Indian Pride and Boston Poetry Magazine
Sioux Vision Quest
by Crazy Horse, Oglala Lakota Sioux, circa 1840-1877
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

A man must pursue his Vision
as the eagle explores
the sky's deepest blues.

Originally published by The HyperTexts
Mikey Kania Feb 2
"i have been suffering under a loss. can you help me?"


"ain't no big deal you gotta pass avenue h
then you have to make a left to reach starbucks

when you're standing in front of it
move your head to the right and focus the end of the block you'll spot a lantern

(not the one with the rectangular shape but
the one that looks like a strange cone; mind that difference my man)

yeah
and when you have reached that lantern
you walk 25 blocks to catch a ride

ain't no cab i need you to look out for a gipsy car ridden by a female driver

(can't tell you why now would be too early and will be explained later on the phone)

hand out $ 7.000,00 to the driver and tell her to take you to emigration oaks; that's close to salt lake city in utah (never ever try to get there by plane my man)

after you'll have arrived you gotta dial a certain number –– 1-800-reveal-a-secret –– 
and listen to a voice you have been fearing

its message will be relating to you personally

let everything go
show courage
become yourself

one year later smile about your former life.

do you understand that?"
Today is a good day.
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