I’ve found myself wading back in to thinking aloud.
Mockery, Sincerely
March 12, 2009
Sleeping on the Moon
November 19, 2008
As I release myself through paper by truth and everything I’d love to keep to me, I rest. Among sheets and perforated edges of white
destiny.
A breath of life collapses the lung cavity before filling my pouches with vital feeling.
A “forgetting” or “readjusting” me.
An admittance to the need of cleansing the Sun of its Myth, grasping [...]
Her Wit Released Me
October 7, 2008
The water is so mundane -
infamously drained of spirit,
carrying my tongue to a place farther
away, in comparison of moon to
God’s solemn sun.
You want to talk about
every bit of it,
I can’t figure out where to
start before identifying
where it ended or began.
Leave here now,
my throat is sore from
a sleeping cough blaming
the fragile, silk air.
When I caught you
I [...]
She’s Found My Sleeping Tree
September 25, 2008
A collapsable lung is not a disposable drum to beat against like the heart believes.
A radical pace of passion cues me in to where I want to be (in such time of need).
A retractable tongue will keep my lips calmer than “silence” spoken into the wind.
Trees will contract around such mechanical sounds delivering us to our [...]
In Ancient Ruins I’ve Found the Future
September 2, 2008
I feel that there is no such thing as wasted time when the conscious mind is wrapping itself around another logical finding, foundation, supplemental vibration of sensation.
In a god we shall trust our hands to sprawl, be manipulated by pulls and heartless throbs.
Together we piece together our spirit beyond a countless clarivoyance, a supernatural beast [...]
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 [...]
…
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 [...]
Real Dreams Come to Me
April 9, 2008
I had a dream last night…
set inside something like a racetrack… or the ambiguous space found in the last levels of Halo (or Halo 2, I don’t really know). Oh, in the Library level. Except instead of extremely dark, it was grey. I was throwing a party in a huge mansion that wasn’t necessarily mine. [...]
I wanted a child
April 4, 2008
that neednt suckle from a tainted teat. the mother unsure of what she wanted and now sure she doesn’t want it. It comes to me that I think she doesn’t know what it is she ever really wanted. And I’m sure of it when I see this pregnant belly in my dreams. She was wearing [...]
