Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Unusual
Passing lane, passing out.
Passing frame, laughing bout.
Languid menace, dispatched dentist,
Its gonna be a long night.
Passing frame, laughing bout.
Languid menace, dispatched dentist,
Its gonna be a long night.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Travel
Dream big, dream small.. Dare to dream at all.
I exist in my dreams, go everywhere I want to. Don't feel small; feel small.
I see the road, I read the willows, the light bounces, reflection..
I am at peace, I am peace.
And all the while, I wonder when I will get there. When i will feel there.
When I will begin there.
Foreign friend, you know so much more than them, you don't know me at all.
Maybe someday, when i finally get there. Maybe when I'm half way across the world I'll be right here.. Maybe I'll be away. No way to know.
Only one way to know.
I exist in my dreams, go everywhere I want to. Don't feel small; feel small.
I see the road, I read the willows, the light bounces, reflection..
I am at peace, I am peace.
And all the while, I wonder when I will get there. When i will feel there.
When I will begin there.
Foreign friend, you know so much more than them, you don't know me at all.
Maybe someday, when i finally get there. Maybe when I'm half way across the world I'll be right here.. Maybe I'll be away. No way to know.
Only one way to know.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Decadence is a Picket Fence
Decadence is a picket fence.
Decadence is a picket fence! I screamed, and for all it really was that intense, for it IS actually if you think about it. I mean really think about, fall out, fall in, fall in-between in some sort of outward show of appearances, disappearances, wayward constructivist...
It’s all a fabrication. Of unification.
For the two could never co-exist, only hope to happenstance. Awkward glace, much fear, no elegance. To the fall. Spring to the fall.
And God how I miss the sun! And God how I miss myself. So, so happy together. Fatal happiness. I swear to you, I’ll make it right.
Decadence is a picket fence! I screamed, and for all it really was that intense, for it IS actually if you think about it. I mean really think about, fall out, fall in, fall in-between in some sort of outward show of appearances, disappearances, wayward constructivist...
It’s all a fabrication. Of unification.
For the two could never co-exist, only hope to happenstance. Awkward glace, much fear, no elegance. To the fall. Spring to the fall.
And God how I miss the sun! And God how I miss myself. So, so happy together. Fatal happiness. I swear to you, I’ll make it right.
Life of Pencil
The Pencil was going over.
Overboard, falling onto it’s multi-faceted sides, plodding along in its’ awkward role, casually extending to tumble over the edge.
Kai woke up.
“It’s been over an hour”, he thought to himself. Reaching out his right arm, Kai snagged the wayward pencil in mid-descend. “What am I going to do?”
It had been three years since Kai had left his hometown in rural Pennsylvania on his somewhat now tired dream of ultimate fulfillment. He sat now in a worn out seat in a hospital waiting area. Back after three years away. Back to Pennsylvania.
When his Aunt Mabel had called him a week earlier Kai had hardly been able to make out the words between the sobs, but he didn’t need to hear them. He already knew. It was time. Mom.
Kai’s mother had been sick for a long time. The cancer had started in her liver, and had been moving slowly up through her body over the course of the latter part of the year. “She’ll get better.” He had thought, but from the beginning the prognosis was grim. Kai had been planning a move back home, but now there wasn’t enough time. His denial had kept him away, living in a safe little retreat of ignorance and false logic. And now…
He just couldn’t face the truth. MOM.
Kai’s head snapped up as the doors to his mothers’ room opened. The doctor walked out. He walked toward Kai in a slow, mechanical manner. His head was bowed. When he got to where Kai was seated he couldn’t look him in the eye.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” said Dr.. What was that? Brown? Kai wasn’t listening to the doctor, he was trying to read his name tag, but the edge was obscured by the doctor’s scrubs, he just couldn’t see the very edge, he was sure he could read it if the doctor would only just move an inch to the left, just a small baby step. Hell, even just change the way he was standing; sway a little to the side..
The doctor did move. He grabbed Kai’s shoulder.
“I know it’s difficult, but you need to listen”. Dr. Brownstone said. The problem was, Kai already had. It had been hard over the falling sensation in his body, but he had heard. Kai’s world was falling apart.
Shaking, Kai snapped the pencil in half, stood up, turned, and walked away.
Overboard, falling onto it’s multi-faceted sides, plodding along in its’ awkward role, casually extending to tumble over the edge.
Kai woke up.
“It’s been over an hour”, he thought to himself. Reaching out his right arm, Kai snagged the wayward pencil in mid-descend. “What am I going to do?”
It had been three years since Kai had left his hometown in rural Pennsylvania on his somewhat now tired dream of ultimate fulfillment. He sat now in a worn out seat in a hospital waiting area. Back after three years away. Back to Pennsylvania.
When his Aunt Mabel had called him a week earlier Kai had hardly been able to make out the words between the sobs, but he didn’t need to hear them. He already knew. It was time. Mom.
Kai’s mother had been sick for a long time. The cancer had started in her liver, and had been moving slowly up through her body over the course of the latter part of the year. “She’ll get better.” He had thought, but from the beginning the prognosis was grim. Kai had been planning a move back home, but now there wasn’t enough time. His denial had kept him away, living in a safe little retreat of ignorance and false logic. And now…
He just couldn’t face the truth. MOM.
Kai’s head snapped up as the doors to his mothers’ room opened. The doctor walked out. He walked toward Kai in a slow, mechanical manner. His head was bowed. When he got to where Kai was seated he couldn’t look him in the eye.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” said Dr.. What was that? Brown? Kai wasn’t listening to the doctor, he was trying to read his name tag, but the edge was obscured by the doctor’s scrubs, he just couldn’t see the very edge, he was sure he could read it if the doctor would only just move an inch to the left, just a small baby step. Hell, even just change the way he was standing; sway a little to the side..
The doctor did move. He grabbed Kai’s shoulder.
“I know it’s difficult, but you need to listen”. Dr. Brownstone said. The problem was, Kai already had. It had been hard over the falling sensation in his body, but he had heard. Kai’s world was falling apart.
Shaking, Kai snapped the pencil in half, stood up, turned, and walked away.
Letter to an Ex
I am not insane. For years I thought I was, and that is nothing to do with you. But now I know.. I am a lot of things. I am in flux. I am damage. I am self sacrifice. I am dramatic.. But I am not however, entirely insane.
Life of Counselor
"Ask 'What do you feel like?'" She said, head tilting in that thoughtful way, side stepping across the questions, embracing the agonizing comments, interruptions, misinterpretations....
Ask Not What you know. Not that it matters.
Hall of help; long winded therapist, analyzing glance out of the office; sideways is special, it often works.
Like all eyes are on you, and you are entrusted to make everyone else feel that way too...
It’s not a question of ignorance, not a mistake of misfortune, or ill intent. Its a way to exist as a blanket, or bridge, getting muddy from the footsteps we brush them off, smile rapturously with that funny little leprechaun mischief.. Embrace for the break; tense against the strain.
Sticks and stones; but the words are the real problem, cutting in at just the right angle, making you second guess, but grow stronger.......?
I have not yet broken. But I honestly wonder when.
Ask Not What you know. Not that it matters.
Hall of help; long winded therapist, analyzing glance out of the office; sideways is special, it often works.
Like all eyes are on you, and you are entrusted to make everyone else feel that way too...
It’s not a question of ignorance, not a mistake of misfortune, or ill intent. Its a way to exist as a blanket, or bridge, getting muddy from the footsteps we brush them off, smile rapturously with that funny little leprechaun mischief.. Embrace for the break; tense against the strain.
Sticks and stones; but the words are the real problem, cutting in at just the right angle, making you second guess, but grow stronger.......?
I have not yet broken. But I honestly wonder when.
Score To Settle
If one could see; They could be
Up so High in the sky..
But like all, they too will fall,
Entangled webs, who realized?
Falling from grace, that look on your face,
It's tempered; together..
Falling from grace, that look on your face,
It's tempered; together, sharp as a knife.
So what of our lives?
So what of our lives?
We're missing the point-
Two week turmoil; two week turnover
Two week turmoil; two week turnover
And over and over and over.
Up so High in the sky..
But like all, they too will fall,
Entangled webs, who realized?
Falling from grace, that look on your face,
It's tempered; together..
Falling from grace, that look on your face,
It's tempered; together, sharp as a knife.
So what of our lives?
So what of our lives?
We're missing the point-
Two week turmoil; two week turnover
Two week turmoil; two week turnover
And over and over and over.
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