a [play] of sorts...

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

  • this [night] is ours

    Says the light to the dark, "Sweet dreams, my prince.  And, goodnight."

    Hopeful stars shine brightest betwixt the moon and ever burning sun, so that paths lain in cresting dreams can once more lead to abounding rest.  The world is made one with you, once down and top unite to fill vacuous domains with unending delight.

    Would you dance with me too, in the space of a beating heart?

Sunday, July 13, 2008

  • [random]

    Shadows hold only truths for those who seek deep enough, peeking from beneath our boots.

    The air sung sweet praises and melodies only lovers know.  Holding close to them the divine rights that the world keeps hidden.

    But, it's never enough when the sun shines deeply on skin golden brown.  When parched fingertips yearn for the beating rhythm beneath gentle touches, what wondrous oasis awaits?  And in a sea of multitudes, only one exists defined in the mind of a lonely beggar.  Is this living?  Is this wandering shifting dream simply movement of thought?

    Who can tell, for a puzzle is not solved without all the pieces set into place.

    For, that is what we truly are, puzzles waiting to be solved.  A connectedness that yearns to be whole, whether in part or in jumbled jubilee.  We are a tangled beauty held in the arms of ourselves.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

  • no longer there

    I forgot to listen to the words.  They were streaming out of my ears as fast as I could catch them with my teeth.  Biting slowly, a taste that dissolves into nothingness full of eager anticipation.  Vertigo.  Of letting go, slipping into old skin and then...

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

  • [inner] dialogues

    They said, "Kid.  You're going the wrong way."

    What do they know about ways and right?

    What do they know about going?

    Nothing.

    Days bleed into everything and I wonder if I'm just dreaming.  Or maybe, it was a dream that I can't quite remember anymore.  Like I can almost remember it before it fades back into the darkness that is a past I can't seem to let go.

    How do I know that what I felt is what I felt.  Maybe I'm just hoping that I glimpsed something real because nothing else feels real anymore.

    Either way, this wondering about reality gets me nowhere.

    Nowhere, is somewhere.

    Then what is this obsession?  What is this never ending restlessness that keeps me awake at night.  What is this empty place that I can never fill with anything?

    Hope.

    Will I ever be okay again?

    ...

Monday, June 30, 2008

  • ...

    Unsteady footsteps fall before an unsteady hand.

    And stuttering hearts always play an unconvincing melody of what we dream the most.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

  • brief [interludes]

    Stencil heart, tracing outlines of self....




    She's louder now than ever before. "The City", we called her.  Dark in despair, muttered in longing and hopeless in her bearings.

    And no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't escape her.  Her exits were but clover loops, infinite and winding back into themselves.  We tried to dig our way out.  We found her waiting in the underground.  We tried to fly out.  There she was in the clouds above.  We tried to simply ignore our locale.  She intruded into our ever wandering imaginations.

    She was golden in her construction.  Wondrous in towering landscapes.  Architectural in splendor reaching for Heaven.












    That city held our hearts.  And you know what they say about home and heart, right?  It was never truer or more real in any sense of the world.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

  • it's been done []

    too.  beg-in it

    [end it]



    too.  few, a holding of

    air.



    too.  great.  cannot ig.

    nore it.


    paths, two step to step, one steps.

                          away. [?]


    into. [!]

    shatter.ed broke[en] too two hearts that
    once beat-beat [beat] as one











    can.not be whole again.  not without.  not with.




    only her.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

  • day [thirty one]

    As the coldness slips away from fingertips like the light escaping our eyes, one has to look back and reflect upon the skyless wonder of it all.

    All things reach this point, I'm sure we are all aware now of what that point is but to give it name is to give it power.  It will hold it over us all before we can even taste it for ourselves.

    What will come of the boy with puzzling gaze?  Or the girl with no name?

    Things are always left unknown in this voiceless abyss.  Things are left too soon.











    Are we where we wanted to be?
















































    [the end]

Friday, May 30, 2008

  • day [thirty]

    So far that the stars were envious of distances uncharted.

    Bring it all back again, this revolving solar cycle dance.

















    Space is not for the timid and meek.  It will devour the soul and leave it drifting frozen orbital of nothing.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

  • day [twenty five]

    [a resurrection]



    Two souls, long un-whole, unlikely to be torn and twisted and mishandled by misshapen hands of grotesque proportions misrepresent  what strange desires are seen  lurking and pondering precariously  close to the infringed loves of tiny light filled supernova glowing eyes.

    Shine your eyes on mine and reawaken a long dead sleepy slumber yearning to be more than life itself.






    This body of mine I tear and rip, scrape, mangle, bruise, pound, throw, drop, kick and wear down to a bitter ending core just to sleep at night and die of exhaustion.  I wear battle scars just to prove that I can still say I feel anything at all.  Because, my heart won't let me let go of a moment I yearn to hold again.

  • day [twenty nine]

    The days are closing and fading faster than could be imagined.



    But in the not so horrible future looming over your shoulder kind of way.  Simply a smiling face waiting at the end of a long journey.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

  • day [twenty eight]

    But you're so contagious,
    Tell me, what am I to do?
    When a fire and a fever rages
    And I have caught it too
    So who's to blame?

    Those lines make me think of her.  Does anything make any sense anymore?