Wednesday, February 27, 2013

glooed

glued to a totem pole, so many faces tall.  one arm extended to the stars while eyes are feasting on the ground.  disguised in radiant greens to match the suns reflection of the canopy beams.  sit for a while, think of the worries that she has left behind. they're quiet, too quiet, its a trap, look out! look inside yourself!

glued to the mountain peak, grandfather of the lake.  he traveled miles from the coast to touch the frost filled air.  her cheeks were warm as the frozen swarm covered my insect parts.  stand up and run, think of the worries that put you under the gun.  they'll call, they'll scream, too loud is more than it seems.  It can always be worse, it can always get better.

unhaps materialist

When I'm unhappy I become more materialistic.  Judgmental, the scales are weighted and the balancing commences.

The tables are on, I try to keep the seesaw on my side.
The air will not burn, if we do not turn up the ground.
There's honest a right, to start a legacy raising a tide.
There's so many now, the tides are floating us upside down.

Ago in a past life, when I was a tree, I hope I made good shade, i hope i helped breathe.
Today in my spaceship, i want to meet me, the way that i once was, a house for the leaves.
tohelpme breathe.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Vice ean

I guess That's why I use the Visine To make it seem like tears are streaming from my eyes

Saturday, February 23, 2013

A Lone A Gain.

From such a high happiness, here i am alone again.  Was i ever together or was it mockery of the myth we call love.  I can see my mistakes, they remain the same.  I am oblivious to the impact of my own, and all too aware of my other.  With a belief that i know what they mean more than they may say to me.  She doesn't want to be forthright in telling me how she feels, therefore i am sent on a wild goose chase until i stand at the fires of Mordor with one conclusion to rule them all.  I suppose winter love melts in the spring, even though i haven't seen the snow embrace the ground. so suddenly am i lost that my body will grow ill.  Oh gods the shame is heavy help me to see my proper memories.  why feel so abandoned?  because its late, because she's not here, because others come first, because objects come first, because drugs, because dreams, because sweet is bitter and spicy is sour, because too much is never enough, because words, because shame in myself is proven by my own actions, because laughter has been swept from the hardwood floors of my soul and i need time to let the dust recollect.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

e's and h's (eight chiss andy's)

the sneak, the scavenger, the riotous buddha. breaking bottles full of beer across a firm and bloated stomach. delivering mind bombs to the unwilling public, parachute machete melancholy.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Shis whiam

It's as though i lose my self with the ones I get too close to. I cannot seem to look inside sometime and I no longer feel familiar with what I am. Why must I perceive it this way, am I even that afraid to be without them? Or am I afraid to be with them? I want to fix my mistakes but I feel so stubborn, every thought in attempt to justify the belief that she is not to me as I am to her. But I don't want to believe it .

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

A peach

quite possibly the explianation for all existence.

winter with the green tongue taste

Winter with the green tongue taste, and open cauldron filled with autumn sink my body to the bottom.  The thick oils of dirt and dry air blazing a fire through the forest of my hair.  All of my friends lost their clothes in the river drowning in the sound of undefined growth.  I wear a smile like a lace in my shoe. Now my shoes are untied and and my face will turn blue.

Winter with the green tongue flavor, coconut, paisley, basil, and squares.  Bright sounds make loud shines, lightbulbs and speakers are the least of my cares.