sultry eyes mourn abstractions
lost to errors bearing distraction
passion lingers past bordered fences
salty eyelids so repentive
drenched in chill and under cover
types a lovers wistful letter
sunken in shadow cast by glasses
and lit above by incandescents
your presence moves me to be better
falcon dreams of soaring pleasures
antiquitous curiosities meet
modernity's leisure
draped in curling tendrill waves
a poet remorses loves last refrain
and sings a melody to the rhythm of rain
kissing pictures understanding pain
50 things to try to do daily : could change your life
this is not a quote :
i am writing this just as much for myself as i am for you
all of us are coasting in the endulating life current
and sometimes the wave takes us up and other times it brings us crashing down....
such is life....all we can do is live....
so i sat down and sent this to a friend in need
for the both of us
and then thought i would share it with the rest of you
wherever you are on the wave
here are 50 things to try to do daily : could change your life
: 1 : get up in the morning : 2 : actually get up : 3 : look yourself in the eye : 4 : now, look yourself in the other eye : 5 : gesticulate in the mirror for one minute minimum : 6 : brush your teeth while humming a different song each time : 7 : do something for another living being : 8 : exercise; preferably with the radio on....so it feels like a job : 9 : drink water : 10 : work for yourself even if you have to work for someone else : 11 : go outside : 12 : smile at everyone you meet : 13 : tell someone you love them : 14 : take the time to be still and listen : 15 : do something for the good of all people : 16 : do something good for yourself : 17 : do something that benefits a friend : 18 : adopt someone or something new : 19 : try to kiss your elbow : 20 : try to find spirals or various pointed stars in nature : 21 : write down your thoughts : 22 : blatently observe packaging in the supermarket like you are in the museum of modern art : 23 : touch your toes : 24 : call someone and tell them that you just wanted to call because they were on your mind and see what they say : 24 : help a child : 25 : try to invent something : 26 : now try to see it's faults : 26 : breathe : 27 : cook something with love : 28 : plant a seed whether tangible or ethereal : 29 : love : 30 : clean : 31 : learn about something : 32 : eat something healthy for your body : 33 : make yourself feel good : 34 : sleep : 35 : do something you don't want to do : 36 : practice moderation : 37 : consider your finances : 38 : try to remember something in detail : 39 : send out positive aspirations : 40 : run water over your body : 41 : eat something fresh from the earth, even if it is a blade of grass : 42 : use your imagination : 43 : make music : 44 : meditate : 45 : laugh : 46 : dance with another person even for a second : 47 : listen to and try to feel a piece of instrumental music : 48 : lay flat on your back and try to imagine your self as equidistant slices in a pie : 49 : do something to benefit your future : 50 : come up with something you feel in your heart is life changing and share it with a friend :
i am writing this just as much for myself as i am for you
all of us are coasting in the endulating life current
and sometimes the wave takes us up and other times it brings us crashing down....
such is life....all we can do is live....
so i sat down and sent this to a friend in need
for the both of us
and then thought i would share it with the rest of you
wherever you are on the wave
here are 50 things to try to do daily : could change your life
: 1 : get up in the morning : 2 : actually get up : 3 : look yourself in the eye : 4 : now, look yourself in the other eye : 5 : gesticulate in the mirror for one minute minimum : 6 : brush your teeth while humming a different song each time : 7 : do something for another living being : 8 : exercise; preferably with the radio on....so it feels like a job : 9 : drink water : 10 : work for yourself even if you have to work for someone else : 11 : go outside : 12 : smile at everyone you meet : 13 : tell someone you love them : 14 : take the time to be still and listen : 15 : do something for the good of all people : 16 : do something good for yourself : 17 : do something that benefits a friend : 18 : adopt someone or something new : 19 : try to kiss your elbow : 20 : try to find spirals or various pointed stars in nature : 21 : write down your thoughts : 22 : blatently observe packaging in the supermarket like you are in the museum of modern art : 23 : touch your toes : 24 : call someone and tell them that you just wanted to call because they were on your mind and see what they say : 24 : help a child : 25 : try to invent something : 26 : now try to see it's faults : 26 : breathe : 27 : cook something with love : 28 : plant a seed whether tangible or ethereal : 29 : love : 30 : clean : 31 : learn about something : 32 : eat something healthy for your body : 33 : make yourself feel good : 34 : sleep : 35 : do something you don't want to do : 36 : practice moderation : 37 : consider your finances : 38 : try to remember something in detail : 39 : send out positive aspirations : 40 : run water over your body : 41 : eat something fresh from the earth, even if it is a blade of grass : 42 : use your imagination : 43 : make music : 44 : meditate : 45 : laugh : 46 : dance with another person even for a second : 47 : listen to and try to feel a piece of instrumental music : 48 : lay flat on your back and try to imagine your self as equidistant slices in a pie : 49 : do something to benefit your future : 50 : come up with something you feel in your heart is life changing and share it with a friend :
meditation triptych
one:
harsh words fly from open wounds blinded by bloodshed
a tyrant trapped by their own shackles screams
pleas to themself through withered time soaked glass lenses
it is only the prisoner banished to the same fate that can hear these cries
the prisoner lies guiltless
enveloped in a sphere of gratitude
an indefinite buzzing of external silence
the opalescent bubble unscathed by the swords that fly from loose lips
yet from this meditation comes energy
positive phlange like super rhythms
light speed ebullience masticating receptions
to forge roses from steel words sharpened
propelling them through 13-D
within and without the audience
two:
all space and time vacuously whitened and expanded infinitely
I like argyroneta aquatica am encased in a bubble eco-system
egocentric in location
the floating opalescent energy phlange dissipates
and earthlike physics cease to exist
money
currency
decorated paper crisp in value
floating with magnetic intention from all directions
absorbing into cellular mass meditation
in an existential merging of microscopic energy
three:
meditation
lucid dreamlike state
phlanged thoughts release into white light piercing pores
light becomes sphere like
clears like stage fog
spherically emanates in a bubble
encompassing the body seated in lotus
the journey
like a great opalescent glass elevator
mind controlled by purest aspirations
conspires above the sand
exchanging energy with the rewinding ocean
harsh words fly from open wounds blinded by bloodshed
a tyrant trapped by their own shackles screams
pleas to themself through withered time soaked glass lenses
it is only the prisoner banished to the same fate that can hear these cries
the prisoner lies guiltless
enveloped in a sphere of gratitude
an indefinite buzzing of external silence
the opalescent bubble unscathed by the swords that fly from loose lips
yet from this meditation comes energy
positive phlange like super rhythms
light speed ebullience masticating receptions
to forge roses from steel words sharpened
propelling them through 13-D
within and without the audience
two:
all space and time vacuously whitened and expanded infinitely
I like argyroneta aquatica am encased in a bubble eco-system
egocentric in location
the floating opalescent energy phlange dissipates
and earthlike physics cease to exist
money
currency
decorated paper crisp in value
floating with magnetic intention from all directions
absorbing into cellular mass meditation
in an existential merging of microscopic energy
three:
meditation
lucid dreamlike state
phlanged thoughts release into white light piercing pores
light becomes sphere like
clears like stage fog
spherically emanates in a bubble
encompassing the body seated in lotus
the journey
like a great opalescent glass elevator
mind controlled by purest aspirations
conspires above the sand
exchanging energy with the rewinding ocean
s poem
satiated simpletons sink supercilliously south.
substrate sine substrate.
systematic sacral salivations somehow sanctify supressions superceeding sanity.
suppose sanctions slice scaremongering.
snickering sabertooth saboteurs stand statuesque.
supporting shapeshifting s.l.a.n.
swirling sentences
subconciously snakelike
santimoniously scalding scandalmongers
savvy scenesters suffocating sceptical schemes
shemozzle!
substrate sine substrate.
systematic sacral salivations somehow sanctify supressions superceeding sanity.
suppose sanctions slice scaremongering.
snickering sabertooth saboteurs stand statuesque.
supporting shapeshifting s.l.a.n.
swirling sentences
subconciously snakelike
santimoniously scalding scandalmongers
savvy scenesters suffocating sceptical schemes
shemozzle!
the dog of love hell
charles bukowski wrote love is a dog from hell and i'm here to clarify that not only is love a 200lb hell hound, but that it's a un-trained purebreed pitbull that will piss on your leg and shit in your house and chew up your panties.....i want to kick this dog........but i'm afraid i'll break my foot.....i want to just take this rabid dog out into the back forty and shoot it....but i'm afraid of the alternative... of the sinking black hole of lonliness... and the strange alternate dimension i could end up in.....i have never been more confused in my life.......i'm like a frog who swims too far out into the pond and can't find a lily pad...and i'm tired......I feel like all the displaced people of the world......like somehow i didn't realize how miserable i would be when i boarded the plane to the burmuda triangle......like a rubix cube....and now the sex is all mixed up with the sentiment....and creativity....and career...and family...and friendships.......and i'm so impatient as i try to make sense of everything and put it all back to its proper place ... i just want to begin peeling all of life's colors up and resticking everything where it properly belongs....but now i can't stop sticking them all over my body....like sequins
tacos tacos tacos
franscois breut and three tacos alone in a booth
orange juice and earl grey are there too
it occurs to me that the veil of our energetic conciousness is getting thinner
and the water that is all that is
more disparate
like the nephrates
and like a desert night cold and alive
taco the third may not be as good
but it grows on you rooting tentacle lips
into tastebuds stripped by your confused kisses
by the letter b
be fore
be fore lorn
orange juice and earl grey are there too
it occurs to me that the veil of our energetic conciousness is getting thinner
and the water that is all that is
more disparate
like the nephrates
and like a desert night cold and alive
taco the third may not be as good
but it grows on you rooting tentacle lips
into tastebuds stripped by your confused kisses
by the letter b
be fore
be fore lorn
solitude in the key of g
sitting alone i sit
across from you sitting alone
you read and i write
you eat while i drink
in solitude in the key of g
and i look to you only long enough to see the forshadow of you looking at me
to see the shadow cast by my turning away
i wish i could scatter this broken heart to the floor
and stamp it out like an exhausted cigarette
that you would join me for dessert
a fantasy dipped in chocolate soaked in rum and enraptured in flame
if only for a moment more
solitude in the key of g
tragedy today is entrenched in our control
yet control is what drives us insane
don't lose it or you may never get away from it
but alas fantasy prevents telepathy
in solitude in the key of g
across from you sitting alone
you read and i write
you eat while i drink
in solitude in the key of g
and i look to you only long enough to see the forshadow of you looking at me
to see the shadow cast by my turning away
i wish i could scatter this broken heart to the floor
and stamp it out like an exhausted cigarette
that you would join me for dessert
a fantasy dipped in chocolate soaked in rum and enraptured in flame
if only for a moment more
solitude in the key of g
tragedy today is entrenched in our control
yet control is what drives us insane
don't lose it or you may never get away from it
but alas fantasy prevents telepathy
in solitude in the key of g
automatic blog
i have automated everyting today in honor of the surrealistic instalation painting i have been living in as of late.......a great friend of mine said she felt she was living in a bad movie or maybe a good movie where bad things happened.....i think i must stumbled onto set cause as of late it has been series after series of automatic behavior requirements......automatic phone venting......automatic freestyling.....automatic bathing.....automatic eating and drinking....and automatic writing......automatic passing of time.....automated reality shake me of this fog.....give me sanctity in the passing of time.... give me peace and expediate the transitory into migratory.....bleed me of this venom that course towards my heart....that i cannot shake this depression....tatoo me a rose to honor my spirit ....to remind me of what drives me......to lift my lovelight onto the unicorn bridle.....that it bathe in prismatic freedom....
complicated love trap
*
your smiling eyes penetrate my heart
your uncomfortable smile wells up my mind
my contemptuous eyes
pleading for one more kiss
that i can suckle your sentiment
that i can live in the love lake of your heart
**
I penetrate you with more than my eyes, you become thus sullen when I am quiet. in the calm there is deep knowledge. I must climb but I have equally retraiter this is where I Am. it is less than ideal for you, but you have your own tests to bear. am I in the habit to become what of others want me now break this habit and I To be in a higher morality of place is personal and important please like me carefully just the manner than I am.
*
ahhh, the catacylsmic chemistry of a fated destiny......
i have always been smarter and truer to myself then recently.....funny that you should speak of the sidekick... the simple inpressionable youth....what do they see that brings them beckoning.....
funny that you should speak of irony.....the thin skinned extropath, the strong demeanor that hides the tortured soul.
why does a pursuit of spirit and intellect burn tears of acid cleansed mercury down my cheeks...
that i cry under rain in the dark before dawn, travelling highways with the fresh smell of awkward sex and lonely company....
that i might write this here in tongue because i don't know that you could handle what i really think .....
that i am your friend......
your smiling eyes penetrate my heart
your uncomfortable smile wells up my mind
my contemptuous eyes
pleading for one more kiss
that i can suckle your sentiment
that i can live in the love lake of your heart
**
I penetrate you with more than my eyes, you become thus sullen when I am quiet. in the calm there is deep knowledge. I must climb but I have equally retraiter this is where I Am. it is less than ideal for you, but you have your own tests to bear. am I in the habit to become what of others want me now break this habit and I To be in a higher morality of place is personal and important please like me carefully just the manner than I am.
*
ahhh, the catacylsmic chemistry of a fated destiny......
i have always been smarter and truer to myself then recently.....funny that you should speak of the sidekick... the simple inpressionable youth....what do they see that brings them beckoning.....
funny that you should speak of irony.....the thin skinned extropath, the strong demeanor that hides the tortured soul.
why does a pursuit of spirit and intellect burn tears of acid cleansed mercury down my cheeks...
that i cry under rain in the dark before dawn, travelling highways with the fresh smell of awkward sex and lonely company....
that i might write this here in tongue because i don't know that you could handle what i really think .....
that i am your friend......
wet paint
i am so careful these days with the wet paint
it moves in thin lines carefully
not to be smeared by clumsy hands
i am the engineer of this paint
guiding bristles in unison
always confident
i am the alchemist of this wet paint
concocting colors from mud and earth and mineral
guilding accents in flaked crystal
and now my paint is dry and i reflect
what experiences brought me to this place
and what was sacraficed by covering it all in wet paint
it moves in thin lines carefully
not to be smeared by clumsy hands
i am the engineer of this paint
guiding bristles in unison
always confident
i am the alchemist of this wet paint
concocting colors from mud and earth and mineral
guilding accents in flaked crystal
and now my paint is dry and i reflect
what experiences brought me to this place
and what was sacraficed by covering it all in wet paint
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