This is just a test, a
comical round
of betting,
to sweat through another
love. Unable to see the words,
align
from my tongue, stretching out
into the jaded air,
below
the skies, our lies and dew.
Not lies with words but eyes
with swords piercing
itchy souls. This is just a test.
With hope in my pocket,
plans in my
head. Dreams in my eyes and
strong hands. This
is just a test.
Calling hearts, spades and tossing
my chips in,
I do not blink, or move when bluffing.
This is just a test. This should have
happened before
...between kisses...
I am three years
to late she said...between
touches...
Than she called
her ex-boyfriend...this...
is...just...a...test...
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
the will to
the will to live under the sun,
so hot, burning
life to live.
burning holes into my eyes,
yet I am still
drawn to
its pleasure, its pain.
the will to
sit in front of talking solders
of selfishness
spreading, fighting
for themselves. and
not fighting back. the
will to
drink, instead of love.
the will to blink. and instead
of keeping my eyes
closed forever-opening them
and seeing
the life
worth living. the will to
shed skins were scared,
and laugh the dead skin
all the way
to the broken path behind
moving feet. the
will to cause fear in life with my
eyes; instead of having
fear
in them.
the will to die under the moon-
smiling as i rot.
so hot, burning
life to live.
burning holes into my eyes,
yet I am still
drawn to
its pleasure, its pain.
the will to
sit in front of talking solders
of selfishness
spreading, fighting
for themselves. and
not fighting back. the
will to
drink, instead of love.
the will to blink. and instead
of keeping my eyes
closed forever-opening them
and seeing
the life
worth living. the will to
shed skins were scared,
and laugh the dead skin
all the way
to the broken path behind
moving feet. the
will to cause fear in life with my
eyes; instead of having
fear
in them.
the will to die under the moon-
smiling as i rot.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
summer snow
in secret sounds the summer snow carried slowly by a breese,
danced calmly to the secret sounds, and found their way with ease.
unburdened by the time we keep, and details of our sin,
the summer snow will catch their fate, and keep the peace within.
sharing only what is ment to share, a plan to be decided.
the seeds of life, called summer snow, think not of what's provided.
instead they cure a precious place, when time indeed sees fit,
and birth a tree, with breath of life, a circle fast, intransit.
danced calmly to the secret sounds, and found their way with ease.
unburdened by the time we keep, and details of our sin,
the summer snow will catch their fate, and keep the peace within.
sharing only what is ment to share, a plan to be decided.
the seeds of life, called summer snow, think not of what's provided.
instead they cure a precious place, when time indeed sees fit,
and birth a tree, with breath of life, a circle fast, intransit.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I called it in the air
I called it in the air, but
it was just
a guess. There's no way
of really knowing. Who you
would be-and who
I would turn
into, you into me and the
same as usual.
At the cost of living, and
the simple actions
of our, post-literate-pre-
sympathetic-to-antiquated-symbols-of-
thought, mouths.
And the nouns they spit.
Or you just say whatever
you want. Because
your cute, and you've seen
Cold Play when they
and you
were in Paris.
And who am I
to judge
you.
I probable do wear my David Bowie
t-shirt to much. But
that doesn't mean we'll
still be friends.
What is free love?
it was just
a guess. There's no way
of really knowing. Who you
would be-and who
I would turn
into, you into me and the
same as usual.
At the cost of living, and
the simple actions
of our, post-literate-pre-
sympathetic-to-antiquated-symbols-of-
thought, mouths.
And the nouns they spit.
Or you just say whatever
you want. Because
your cute, and you've seen
Cold Play when they
and you
were in Paris.
And who am I
to judge
you.
I probable do wear my David Bowie
t-shirt to much. But
that doesn't mean we'll
still be friends.
What is free love?
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Lentl soup pt.2
The time moved slow,
the coffee fast and
there were
no shoes to tie. No
time to be stalled
by excuse. My mind left
moments unchecked, against it
all.
Then I found your eyes again,
and tried once more-
with tales of rice
and roe. Of stories denied
by common senses more
in tuned to social consequence.
A story of life's journey,
because what difference
does
it make.
And smiles found smiles; a difference
forgotten-we walked
to the park and played
til dawn.
the coffee fast and
there were
no shoes to tie. No
time to be stalled
by excuse. My mind left
moments unchecked, against it
all.
Then I found your eyes again,
and tried once more-
with tales of rice
and roe. Of stories denied
by common senses more
in tuned to social consequence.
A story of life's journey,
because what difference
does
it make.
And smiles found smiles; a difference
forgotten-we walked
to the park and played
til dawn.
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