Sunday, November 27, 2011

Nothing You Could Buy.

In so many words
I'm falling asleep.
Falling away
far far away
take oranges over philosophical discussions
over empty mountains
hang over the water
these are the days
over a pile of boiling black mold we now see.
grasping my blindful
this is all too much
but, oh, sweet hunger, I'm hanging on
to one good thing
I felt in me.
imagine mirror images across the room
clinging my arms around the falseness in the air
blood runs silk through the river
to the whispering trees
as I see, there's no more daylight to breed
it has planted the seed.
How can I save me from me?
In so many words
I'm falling asleep
falling away
far far away.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Earthbound.
I hit the soil.
I hit the very skin of this place.
Earthbound.
Spirit fly,
hit the sky and bounce to the ground
Earthbound
soul,
dig into the ground
to the blood of the Earth
and leave it where it's found.
Earthbound
heart hit the wind
and keep the passion all within
release
unleash upon the mightiest of waterborne spirits
the shakers of the earth
the movers of the soil
the strikers of the wind
deserve the passion within
Earthbound souls.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Stranger.

One day I wish for things to shine


One day the kites will fly high over California cities


and remember a day back in a foreign city.


Stranger, stranger than ever you've become
and being, I want you evermore so but what's done


is done


and I am stranger too.


Distant smile


a bed


a glimpse of a momentary lapse


or flaw in the time.


I am estranged yet my heart still strikes strong


that I would never hurt


or cause such harm.


Never mind,


It will be fine in time


I'll be living inside my heart and my mind.


the deeper oceans and the deeper worlds


the ones untouchable by those


unlike us.


dear friend, what can I do?


A fierce fire still burns in my view.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

"What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that had flickered out. How long I stood frozen there, I cannot say. If I was ever going to move again, someone else was going to have to furnish the reason for moving. Somebody did. A policeman watched me for a while, and then he came over to me, and he said, 'You alright?'
'Yes,' I said.
'You’ve been standing here a long time,' he said.
'I know,' I said.
'You waiting for somebody?' he said.
'No,' I said.
'Better move on, don’t you think?' he said.
'Yes, sir,' I said. And I moved on."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Breathe now. Breathe.
Search for it...dig deep
it's inside you
the strength, maybe rubbed against harsh sand
but it is there
it is truly there inside.
Breathe. Breathe
don't lose control
don't lose control.
the anxiety that punctures
it will all be over soon.
The lights will dawn over the horizon
and you'll mean something soon. Soon.
Push through. Push through
it is only time that takes us through
don't think about the past
try not to cry
move on move move onward
keep moving
keep breathing
stay awake
stay alive.
It is only a matter of time
time to where your heart won't hurt
time to where this is all a bad dream
time to where you are free.
It is only a matter of time.
only time only time. stay awake. stay alive.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziQx0cXV4nY

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Comptine d'un autre été l'après midi

Now lay beside me
so I can see
the beauty inside thee
and let me dream
comptine d'un autre été l'après midi
une autre.
un de plus, je te prie.
And my eyes close steady...
and my heart beats steady
and only, only one minute of the time
the time that slips by...
Soudain nous sont cinquante
et je vois encore
comptine d'un autre été l'après midi.
And I think of such foolish things
so many sails I wish will sing...
Pour vous et pour moi
Mais toujours je rêve
comptine d'un autre été l'après midi.
I am in a box, or scattered in the wind of the sea...
allé.
And even then I'll find a way
to wish and to dream
un autre vous,
celui qui a vu et qui savait
et qui se souviennent de tous les jours
de la comptine d'un autre été l'après midi.
Pour vous et pour moi
comptine d'un autre été l'après midi
une autre.
un de plus, je te prie.
je te prie,
je te prie.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZJDNSp1QJA

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Suicide Seeds.

In light we strike
undermining madness they persuade
persuade again, masses of bodies
struggle to see
the affliction afflicting you and me.
We're grains in a field,
undistinguished colors
to your crops we yield, infertile seeds
and swarm in the air
hoards of false hopes take wind...
fly. Become raft of Medusa versus sea
in the nature of green
and Romantic dreams
in future will come
the fate of a species who's bold mind
is so young.