Take a skinny dip into the warm psyche. Have a dialog with the strung-out ego. Categorize a few mental meanderings. Enjoy some rhymes if you've got the time. Feel free to leave some confessions of your own.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.
Vessel
Consent
Your eyes widened
The vastness in the blue of your waters,
like a ship fighting a storm.
I stared at them,
Finally I knew
where I was-
On land
and needed to send you the signal,
to bring you back.
12/3/13
Your eyes widened
The vastness in the blue of your waters,
like a ship fighting a storm.
I stared at them,
Finally I knew
where I was-
On land
and needed to send you the signal,
to bring you back.
12/3/13
Monday, November 25, 2013
Night Still Comes
"My brain makes drugs to keep me slow,
A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh.
But now, not even the masons know
What drug will keep night from coming." -Neko Case
A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh.
But now, not even the masons know
What drug will keep night from coming." -Neko Case
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Closer than a piece of paper could slip through.
Closer than the darkness that surrounds a fragment of light.
Closer than one can call comfortable.
Close enough to feel a heartbeat.
Close enough to hear the breath.
Close enough to smell the scent of skin.
Close enough to lose sleep.
Close enough to fall in.
10/15/13
You were just the last to know.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
stresS
Over thinker
Over thinker
Over
thinker
Overthinker
Over thinker
Over thinker
Over thinker
Over thinker
Over thinker
Over thinker
Over thinker
Over thinker
Over thinker
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Critical Analysis
Why do I write? Why did I write it?
Better question...why do you read it?
I am the creator. You are the voyeur.
I bleed on the page.
Are you the razor?
Some people are razors.
Some people may be the coolest razors you'll ever meet.
Either way, you end up cut.
Better question...why do you read it?
I am the creator. You are the voyeur.
I bleed on the page.
Are you the razor?
Some people are razors.
Some people may be the coolest razors you'll ever meet.
Either way, you end up cut.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Greek
A thunderous banquet,
before the great purge.
Electric
and selfish,
for body
and mind.
Rumbling with vessels engorged and alive,
Can I be part of that fire...
before it dies?
before the great purge.
Electric
and selfish,
for body
and mind.
Rumbling with vessels engorged and alive,
Can I be part of that fire...
before it dies?
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Cancer (Jun 21 – Jul 22)
Thursday, Oct 3rd, 2013
You have a sixth sense which enables you to tell when the tides are changing -- and you Crabs typically do this better than any other sign. You feel what's happening in your gut and can sense if something is wrong. Although your tendency now may be to say too much, rather than too little, there are some ideas which must be shared. Just do it as kindly and lovingly as possible. Making someone else feel guilty won't make the situation better. Use your superhero powers for the good of all.
Monday, September 30, 2013
What does it all mean?
Last night I dreamt that a black feather landed on my hand.
In the dream I was reclined somewhere outside, head back, eyes closed,
when the feather landed on my left hand it startled me; my eyes opened in the dream....
And then I woke up.
In the dream I was reclined somewhere outside, head back, eyes closed,
when the feather landed on my left hand it startled me; my eyes opened in the dream....
And then I woke up.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
“My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
Monday, September 16, 2013
My Fellow Stranger
I went to the ocean,
I went to the sea,
I went to fill the void,
That was becoming me.
I swam out into the waves,
Nighttime darkened it all,
I went under to be tossed,
I went under to feel small.
Instead of being swallowed,
Instead of being taken down,
I was met with peacefulness,
Peace strong enough for me to drown.
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