Today… May 31, 2008

(1) Green tea
(2) Work out
(3) Lay out
(4) Abs
(5) Run
(6) Meditate
(7) eBay items up
(8) Work – iPod/Astral Dynamics
(9) Regulate perception

Where do I flow from here? May 26, 2008

Or better yet, where do I go? I hear tiny chirps trying to find the energy for words but not yet big enough to fully extend the invitation to visit the flying children. Rise up, sleeper of the storm.

I am going to May 26, 2008

center myself around my 7 chakra points tomorrow morning. release. re-invent. re-wire. re-desire. re-inspire. every last bit of me. to the end but before the beginning comes back within.

There’s a May 25, 2008

sad reason for resonance
without taste, without the sane weening wane
of our majestic, brilliant Sun.
In sleep he devours little children
via dance towards the moon -
or lifeless paths patching together
pathless strands,
waning, waxing, resolving
Her creeping body over
my watering hole of a mouth
Please divide hands from clasp
and part way with my distraction,
decision to revise,
redraft the kindle – kin – [...]

Two Notes of Unknown Parallel May 22, 2008

Inside these seams of this dream, I know there must be more to what I found when walking through and through.
 
[auditorium. speaking of what it is that is needed to successfully be happy. at least 350 people sitting and watching and looking and waiting to hear each next statement from myself, others, "the elite" as [...]

Tomorrow, May 18, 2008

I’m going to lose myself to Monte Sano mountain. early. early. early. iPod in ear. running shoes tied. and a heart rate to be reckoned with. second to none. welcome to the sun.
 
“Fuck Was I” – Jenny Owen Youngs (Morgan Paige Remix)

There’s no need May 18, 2008

for me to follow myself any farther. i refuse to walk on my own heels, constantly containing my self-hatred, or tasteless spill where the words are parched, dried of the essence of a carrying stream. instead, have become a heap of dust that slides off my tongue into a soft teasing breeze covering a vast [...]

Today May 16, 2008

has become a slight change of heart. faces have imploded themselves deep into the flesh of my heaping dreams. there’s no such thing as a waste of taste. of tasting the wasted space of childless words, wilderness cures, or relentless burns to my back. every child can’t sit and listen. or the sun may take [...]

– May 12, 2008

Sore. tired. of the ongoing sickness.
bent. carefully.
sleep. is undeniable. or
undeniably the worst thing
to happen to me recently.
 
 
 
[years ago. native palms on the river. millions of years ago. during some jurassic period. rope swinging from the sky above. no apparent stopping place. nothing really to worry about. besides my feet skimming over this archaic water. me [...]

… May 9, 2008

She possesses a calm breath. One that moves over my mouth like a warm blanket of slivering snakes. Each biting at the edge of my lips, nipping, pulling me closer in. I have no use of words for the moment being. Whatever cold thought I needed to say obviously has changed to match the temperature [...]