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Psychiatrist
New boy, eh? Tell me were you trained in the Adolf Hitler school of healthcare? You clearly think my mind is your property One in ten of you have heard the word compassion The rest, I wouldn't piss on if you were alight Just me and you, behind closed doors You must be fucking joking if you think I'll ever shut up about…
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In Dreams
I can see the clouds in her eyes rolling, rolling…. I could stare forever, but I don’t. I’m just not that strong Just one look, can make me weak. A burning need. This is how it’s supposed to be, how love should always feel. This is what I’ve been missing…. How long? A cure to my sleepless nights, a cure to…
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What a wonderful world it would be
All in one and what has come to pass I hitched a ride on floating feather waiting for the sun to burn my eyes so I can see the unicorn jump from star to star over cotton candy clouds that fill the sky. All in one has come to pass everything is bright and blue and gray the little man with the wild smile and a ten gallon hat…
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Mish-mash-wonky
So, my mind is kinda flipping out these days being FORCED to take a back-seat I've been so busy and distracted and over-heated (Maybe it's my age?!) summer-salts and cart-wheels down a hill (no, I'm not ill!) up and down and round-about side-to-side and all stressed-out but I've learned something lately something about…
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random jordan-isms
Im not open like the book needing to be pulled from the shelf but more like the free e-reader ap thats all up in your face with ads and shit somehow always rerouting the topic back to the subjects theme
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for being you
for being you you are for being you are wheat dancing this is how your hair moves when we ride we sailbeam i just sit back sun closing its eyes and you you rotate constellations off the mast, flags, and broadcasting tower and me i can not but your simple beauty
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ezra pound and t.s. eliot
"ezra pound and t.s. eliot they're fighting in the captain's tower while calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers" - dylan these are lyrics from the bob dylan song, "desolation row" i am currently studying a bit on pound and eliot's work. pausing pound's documentary to go swim anyone have anything to add…
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Just be the beauty you are
Just be the beauty you are do it! why not?! what's stopping you? from throwing open the curtains? from peeling back the skin? from revealing heaven? from sailing out and out? from climbing up? from bursting through? oh, honey, from getting in that small space? from touching the softest spot? from slowly sinking down into…
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It Was
~~~~~~~~~~ It was a dream it was a hope it was a goal It was a token of something bigger than we it carried me overture, setting the flame to any fire you see It set me sailing on a four-ship course through tumultuous waters while staying steadily adrift on top of waves, it did not waver the whole time through this It was…
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kicking major ass
pleased very much with writing. thank you. roses do not hold her attention as well but her neck smells of them. she says she's writing a song for me gots her piano fired up somewhere else out in the field a cow gave birth looking at legs standing for the first time through the window pretty amazing why would they keep a…
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Well
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There's always something new
There's always something to be learned if I'm enjoying myself, I am listening I'm trying and growing! I am wondering so often and, I DO pay attention to different styles of thinking. (oh, I read!) I want to understand how it is for other people what's in there? how is it percolating? house-it, howzit, expanding?! I want to…
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The ugliest conclusion was drawn
The ugliest conclusion was drawn he called her a tease, a whore, a liar, and a baby! (?) it was sad, but he didn't love himself so he didn't ever see love clearly (and, she probably should have stopped trying to help) finally, the story ended in that strange, sour, angry way. heavy stones rolled over and closed the opening…
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"The Waste Land" by t.s. eliot
I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of…
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Chapter 490 Of A Broken Heart
I hope she likes you just because you're exotic I'm bitter, but I think I have the right I hope you like her just because she's not me And I hope you'll realise that she's not me Because I want you to still love Me I hope you have no future together Because I will never be happy for you two I hope this bitterness leads to…
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Ahpyrcopa
the crumpled pieces of paper lay at my feet, like spent stingers from a bee. unlike the bee, I would live on without them. "speed up, speed UP" he said, the gun pointed at my chest this.... metaphorical nightmare, takes too much time. an eyewitness to a mindfuck homicide, nowhere to be found. my eyes black with oil, open…
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the fire
there I was waiting for a fire waiting for the fire you bring every fucking time I see you you come and go and each time i tirelessly await your return to bring back the fire your amazing blazing fire your light for the darkness that last you left the vacuum left behind in your wake the void the nothing-without-you ache…
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Moving Forward
the anticipation was so great though i'd barely seen your face i thought you might see me look into my eyes and i would know it was you the odds were against it in a crowd so massive i thought you might see me look into my eyes and i would know that you found me i searched so many faces looking for recognition i thought…
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Chapter 386 Of A Broken Heart
"I know how you feel" Look, I bet you don't And I hope you don't Because the feeling The devastation Of the person you still love Falling for someone else It burns It kills you inside So, please Don't belittle my emotions with "I know how you feel"
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I-40
Seven hundred miles from the beginning when we've already reached the end. Interstate 40 clutches the horizon while the sun, she ascends. Nobody knows what I'm thinking; differences I see only one. This clamp is tight on my eyelids, and my words are silenced before they're done. Hey. I'm going home. Hey. I'm almost home.…
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Chapter 664 Of A Broken Heart
Fighting a losing battle with tears In public transport I thought I had more class than that Guess class doesn't apply to me anymore I don't know what does Am I classified as a human being, still? Or just a wreck Ignored and left to my own devices? Would someone just please ask me if I'm ok Even if it might make me cry
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happy
I’d play darkroom and the sky above me has turned to sea it’s still too early to be happy we were children in a darkroom we counted to ten and no longer were we innocent we’re family to one another we ain’t strange we’re like alice in chains I fear it’s early to be happy what’s deep is no longer… good for me it’s why the…
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Chapter 895 Of A Broken Heart
Why does it have to be her? The mention of that very name Has made me insecure And uncomfortable for months Woman's intuition I know you so well You can't hide your infatuation After all, You once liked me too
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(not feeling well under this day's (sun) morning a new day an old time like bones bleaching breaking and falling apart from the connected here within this wholeness has become vacant within itself being without living a life none to have written and so down is not exactly that direction sideways and backwords does not have…
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"Traces"
Frozen years have gone by without fading; always hoping by the light we know. Gathering into sacred places; our reflections casting shadows. Under the reigns of heaven, hand in hand; we become like melting snow.
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Interplanetary Fartages III - Uranus
Fritz 'Lupins' Kerplunksky blew that tenor hard, man, multi- tonguing, false- fingering, circular- breathing, while he stooped sweating in mid- Slonimsky scale- squirting, epiphanic extemporisations on the fabric of the cosmic night. Star clusters, miniscule and unseen between the quarks of nuance in the overblown atonal…
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My Own Pearl Jam Lyric T
Decided to make my own Pearl Jam T from one of my favorite songs! Added Darwin's evolution tree for some interest.
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Well
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August 29th, 2004
we walked for miles that night hand in hand, never wanting the sun to rise the dust gathering between our toes much like the heaviness on our hearts 500 plates in the street broken, just like our dreams now just memories of a forgotten lust of another kind the water current was swift and deadly the crossing…
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Chasing Rainbows
Not all that great but thought I'd share ;) She went searching over the horizon Looking for her pot of gold Found what she’s been wanting Never to grow old Been away from the water The sloping hills are calling Out here in the fields I’ve apparently fallen When will you realize Vienna waits for you When will you realize…