April 2011
62 posts
there is death in all love
death of the soul, death of the individual, and the death of inspiration
love is not transient
it is murky like the dirtiest of waters
it deceives you and leads you by the hand to that steady knife
the one that lingers next to your heart
the one held by your beloveds palm
the death is not swift and easy
it is slowly calculated by the seconds, and minutes of...
“If I ever feel better, remind me to spend some good time with you.”
–
Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
She had a curious habit of placing photographs in the deepest crevices of her books. Within a variety of titles lay years of memories of a time passed that she had buried both physically and emotionally deep within herself.
Her neighborhood was eerily quiet for a Wednesday at midnight. She opened the large window that faced east in her apartment on Julu road, it overlooked rows of orange bricked roof tops that layed beneath her immediate view. This view could have been set anywhere she thought to herself. If it wasn’t for the smog that hazed and hung over the city’s lights one would have never guessed her...
The Inescapable Truth
This air is the height of a thousand men weighing down like bricks on my chest, beating my heart deep in this mess that makes up my mind. Sweet caress, a slight brush against my breast, washes away all the impurities of yesterday. The mysteries begin to consume me, chaotic thoughts of what the tumultuous future brings. Men’s eager search for our homes demise, for...
Ramble
I began to write a story yet can’t recall its beginning or end. Social structures inhibit the minds true potential to improve the real issues that hinder us all. Universal beings pretending not to know that we all truly belong together. With music’s notes and the sounds of life’s screams and joys I reminisce on all the loves that have been lost. These riotous thoughts...
If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is, or what “God’s fragrance” means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close.
Like...
