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Identityintention never went far
down the road at the
end but then again it
never did in its youth either
through the years its only
idea of excitement was the
thought of maybe being
young again in the future
circus of sanctitycommunity overcome by
roaring through the
commerce neighbourhoods in
urbanias down town area
slowly stating truths as lies
offenders bleached into rays of blue
forced to live amongst shadows
sanity slipps away as the mind
asumes memory as all we've got
noticing nothing but the
calculated risks of the end
tourmented by formal
indifferences backed by
timeless thoughts of lost
youth that once was...
defenselesstrembling you caress the
hopelessness caused by too many
surrounded as your soul
opens up to different truths of
never given the freedom to
dwell and choose amongst the wild
fall to your knees
after what feels like an eternity you
softly gather your thoughts as your mind
strays off yet again with
effortless lightness and phenomenal speed
running rapidly into the deep forest of memories
towards the light, a window of happiness
in a cabin of despair
vulnerable you complete the seemingly
endless journey of the day as
dynamic colours loops out of reach
entangled in shadows liberated
from any formal structure and you
erase all emotions but
never fail to see the
significant beauty of
even the smallest things in
evening brings light from a
sleepless you welcome the
nights cold as it
embraces your mind
solemnly the future falls into utter
... breathe in and smile
to draw a linetimeless motion in the direction of
optimism grabs me by surprise as I
dream of long gone futures
raging forward into the past
always venturing into the rather
wild parts of my subconcious
after eternity we will be
leaving for the stars in
interesting fashion with really
no time to waste on our seemingly
a slight flutteraroused by the moment we
smile... letting go of our fears
laying down our soulshields as we
invites the future to our past
growing long shadows of memories while we
hurl the remaining pieces into another
flying low with childhood heroes
leaving nothing behind but
untold lies we hurry happily further back in
towards the beginning of all, the
end of the world as they knew it as we all
rise and fall in beautiful asymmetry
roses and thornes
although sweet as the
in summers bloom
eternity linger in the golden
nowhere called future
awaits every corner turned
never ending the
divided truth as
youth falls behind ... waving its ´bon voyage!´
the peculiarities of life
Endlessly... we fall...
cognetive strenght as we
endeavor the practice of
never looking back...
reaching out for
intricate parts of reality...
concerned... we fall...
Positive emotions dance happily
as morning mist turns into droplets that
run down the side of your face like tears
and I rejoice while we
high as can be,
up into the sky, over the clouds - over the sea
time slows down... stops...
endlessly... we fly!
Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to open
Falling further and further away from the ground
silently ... without a sound ... we rise
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
heartbeat you seek the
innermost secrets, with
trembeling hands you
endure the pain
critically you examine your soul
in search for the
truth that can set
you free, but
blinded by the future
you hit the window... hard
terrified you back down
hurting, not expecting to be
entitled to feel anything
softly rising to the surface
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