- August 29, 2008

there’s no such thing as
an urban angel.
and there’s nothing more than
trying too hard for nothing.
It’s a taunting feat.
So I share my soul
as my phone dies deep
in the brown cross of my
covering sheet -
the end of my conscious team
against sleep.

August 27, 2008

My fingers breathe old days
and the steam is unraveling frayed
dream seams, or the taste I put
together faster than 
quick trips to the eisle,
spreading sane memory in a slow
decent to sugarless, the exhaling
failed attempt of breaking surface
tension. 
 
introductions of simple streaming
steam,
the reverse testimony where optimism
settled Her breath on the
timing seat beating comfortable tones
into the loving tease -
my heart [...]

August 27, 2008

there’s a stiff breeze pulling at the back of my head. I have a taste that keeps me partially sane. Sour. sore. My body aches of abused organs but my mind is in a centered place. Sometime it will happen. The “soon after” will become the current taste of circles and sirens wishing upon stars [...]

Deep Down Under the Sun August 20, 2008

I ease into a comfortable turn of storms tracing water and erasing the land. Hands are rattling here in the Atlantic spiral of spirit, or maybe just the stinging taste of sand. I am the faction of fractions, the packet of packagings. To the inner pockets I pull more than lint. Above the heaven sent I [...]

A Collapsing Chest Seething August 14, 2008

I suppose it’s nothing new to lose concentration while concentrating. I’ve tied myself up to the white wall, wishing for padding and liquid meals to accompany me. Life was so much easier in the stocks of mankind’s simple plan for a detrimental hand, broken by ligament. Separated by strand.
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I have a concerned train of thought [...]

A troubled August 13, 2008

hand is allowed to shake like a tree planted in the wind.
I’m running out of places to hide.
I’m running out of places to entertain my mind.
I’m running into the light.
And I’m running farther away into my life.
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What the fuck was I thinking.

I’ve found August 12, 2008

peace in mindless attempts,
traveling the world
via train and radiant dials -
stars of the country
are prey for the enlightened friend
finding a fiend sitting in your
filled seat.
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Trailing waves,
I get the urge to kiss you
wide, giant trips and tangle
your hips around mine.
Today is a leisure of hearts,
calling for all that you want -
we are privelidged to make
this yours, [...]

For the People: August 7, 2008

Operators standing by…
Failing, falling, filing
piles against the last republic’s isle.
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my religion of resistance
is the creative permanence of sacred steps
for sacrilege to pave way inside
your brain’s third eye.
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“don’t be silent”
“don’t be silent”
- to retort -
“be quiet, darling child”
“be forgetting and respectable by never speaking of the knowledge to eat”
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and with this i make you more vibrant [...]