NOW
I AM SPEAKING
I AM ART
THE SKY IS ONE WITH
MY VISION
MY VISIONING
MY VISIONARY SOUL
I HAVE TRANSCENDED
to what?
I ask the ether
TO NOWHERE
is [her] answer
WHERE EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING
AT ONCE
I see it all--
or I can tell what's missing
I AM TRUSTWORTHY
for
the first
time
I (EXIST) PURELY WITH EVERYONE
I AM BEAUTIFUL
ALONE
TOGETHER
EVER
EVER
I saw the sun fall past the horizon
screaming out the name
I HAVE BURNED AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
I AM MITHRA
I
BRING
BACK
FIRE
TO
LIGHT
THE
EARTH
EVERLASTING
I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them.
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Friday, January 31, 2014
Friday, February 8, 2013
Our Sentence is up,
All my bitter children
stranded on earth
listen for the drowned out
sound
it is a whisper out the darkness
from our past
calling us to remember
stranded on earth
listen for the drowned out
sound
it is a whisper out the darkness
from our past
calling us to remember
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I want a free thought society!
I'm fractured
conscious
b e l i e f
fai-
th looking
stone cold mudless ground
for a pen to write this-
down sucking on the tip like
bummin' cigarettes hobo heaven
butt left smoking pavement,
cause no one carries pens
anymore
to drop, just
massaging head fucked
handheld (un)think box screens,
can
any
one
understand Rihanna
has any(no)thing to say
at all
or the inch wide light
that you squeeze your brain into
so you can't aren't able to process
shit
while the trains rolling you home
2 blackberries deep and
God (free thought society, how grand!
what things they have to say) please
stop me from noticing--
How empty I am under this paradise(?)
with angry birds and portable guided Bust-A-Move
concrete arches pretty HD eye caress
where you bury your head
to
die claustrophobic
almost completing a thought
outside computer intestines
that can't be categorized
by ipod app lovely iphone android fantasy
hectic godless freedom
(progress)
conscious
b e l i e f
fai-
th looking
stone cold mudless ground
for a pen to write this-
down sucking on the tip like
bummin' cigarettes hobo heaven
butt left smoking pavement,
cause no one carries pens
anymore
to drop, just
massaging head fucked
handheld (un)think box screens,
can
any
one
understand Rihanna
has any(no)thing to say
at all
or the inch wide light
that you squeeze your brain into
so you can't aren't able to process
shit
while the trains rolling you home
2 blackberries deep and
God (free thought society, how grand!
what things they have to say) please
stop me from noticing--
How empty I am under this paradise(?)
with angry birds and portable guided Bust-A-Move
concrete arches pretty HD eye caress
where you bury your head
to
die claustrophobic
almost completing a thought
outside computer intestines
that can't be categorized
by ipod app lovely iphone android fantasy
hectic godless freedom
(progress)
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