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Friday, 16 March 2012

  • Unfinished Thoughts

    When did everything become a reference to something else?

    Like you never had to be there, as long as you heard about it afterwards.

    Blogged about it, posted it on facebook.

     

    There are so many faces, so many places

    that all look the same.

    Each window pane is a looking glass 

    to the same raining street

    the same pounding feet

     

    I want to look in the mirror and see myself

    Not who i was a billionth of a second ago,

    Not the way the world sees me

    but the way i am.

     

     

Friday, 02 March 2012

  • Working title

    Fuck starting from the start;

    Life should be art.

     

    Archaic

     like those who first felt the fire of their own creation

    And stoked it higher, raising their fists

    clenched around hearts of obsidian

    licking their lips

    and stealing sips of symbiotic trips

    undulating hips under lunar eclipse

    transfixed by celestial scripts;

     

    Complex

    like those who could not predict the dance

    of the constellations they serenaded,

    faded like the sky grey of the ashes they left behind

    wandering without time to tie wrists behind the present,

    instead connecting to community

    communing with mother nature's vortex, and the next, next, next dimension

    by breaking down brain barriers, revealing reality,

    celebrating the senses

     

    Taste every texture that touches your tongue

    Try out your voice;

    there are songs to be sung!

    feel the warmth of the sun and 

    bathe in its light

    bathe in the sweat of back-breaking toil

    bathe in aches and surrender to pain

    forget yourself to a birds refrain

    and fill your nostrils with the sweet smell of

    toothpaste, newspapers, burnt rubber and spray paint.

     

    Let fresh air fill your lungs and tears fill your eyes,

    Live in the moment and let the future surprise. 

     

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

  • No Adventure Like Snow Adventure

    Who?

    What am i?

    White mountain, where did we come from?

     

    Existence begins in the snow.

    No fingers, no toes,

    just numb.

    No memories, no desires,

    just wonder.

     

    We exist; huzzah!

    Now what do we do?

    Climb and climb,

    slip and feel,

    forget.

     

    Other existers.

    follow and follow

    and watch and listen and learn.

    Sounds travel back and forth,

    and paths change.

     

    A gift of flame, accept.

    The circle never ends.

    Add laughter

    and a dash of where the fuck am I

     

    Remember.

    How to walk, then run.

    How to inhale;

    How to cough.

     

    How to think for yourself  

    At least I'm here.

    At Least I'm here.

    At last there's a destination.

    Feet made of needles, climb inside,

    curl up and reboot.

     

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Friday, 06 January 2012

  • Rebirth-working

    What is rebirth?

    How is it possible to define a time when I become a different person,

    when every neuron that fires, every chemical I consume, and every action I make changes who I am?

    I am reborn with each sunrise.

    I am reborn whenever I blink my eyes.

    And fill the blank spaces with frames from my imagination.

    I am reborn every time that I inhale, and also when I hold the breath until it forces its way away from my crumpling alveoli and through my esophagus as I cough my guts out  

    I cannot be the same person who dreamt of this moment,

    Nor can I be the person who gave up on his other dreams.

    Gave up on so many things, like medals and applause.

    Gave up on idealism. Eutopia.

    The American Dream.

    The Human Race.

     

     

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