Of course there are the stereotypes that we fill every capsule that we are given that we assume the boundaries of our life what we are poured into we are contained by; that when we flow freely, we cleanse and take with us that which is impure allowing it to be in us, not of … Continue reading 75% Human
Something beautiful and unexpected happens When two souls press together, Some part of time loosens it's grip and, If bouth souls are quick enough, They can press away from the vice of each tick. Pursuing for several undefined units of measurement, something beautiful and lasting. Something soft and unspoken. A cloud, [or what one imagines … Continue reading Collapsed Within Time
via Daily Prompt I can hear it all ticking and flowing back to me as if in the quiet moments it was lost and now with each puff and every swig the burn on the soft palette that I know scars permanently, like an invisible tattoo that I trace silently with the tip of my … Continue reading Timely
If sex were drinking, you would know that I am a finger of whiskey poured at arm's length into a rocks glass tossed down the throat, A burn in the gut some instant of fire a celebration of a moment that lingers in the mind. If sex were conversation, you would know that I'm a … Continue reading If Sex Were Something Else…
Strange how seconds tick And somehow so do hours Time itself clicks on
Learning how to love Travel back in time to die teach yourself to live
I watch them all run endless children over land catching the orange rays time chases them away.
I know that I'm crazy. I woke up last night three in the morning, green light on the nightstand 3:14 my hand was outstretched toward the ceiling, and I knew I was crazy. I was reaching for a boy in the paint. I knew he was there I could see him not see him not … Continue reading I Know Now That I’m Crazy
You have wide eyes, they were probably supposed to be fierce, but I guess cultural differentiation and perspective allow me to see them as I will, old and filled with knowledge that could have once been applied but now sits silently with no pupil to hear of its secrets. Your face maybe snarled, once, but … Continue reading Little Figurine of a Lion (revisited)
Time to clear your mind; time to become a part of the moments that string together your supposed life. Time to listen; time to hear the sequence of sounds surrounding you, made slave to entropy. Time to turn the ground to ice; freeze the snakes, Walden ponds, sky scrapers and keep them for observation. Time … Continue reading Time for…
