Thursday, October 22, 2015
The Bell Jar has nothing on the bell state, (Though some outcomes seem random, they usually aren't) knowing that each quibit of us, DNA, RNA, Nano-possibilities exists on this plane separate but so very connected. ...That if we had just arraigned our equations for the right outcome, it could have been. But is there even a right and left in reflection? (I still touch my hand to yours from the other side of the mirror, every day) We live outside of the entanglement, decoupled. detached. The theory of us greater than any spirit, But it's just theory And can be applied to anyone, so it should seem...
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
The war horse makes war The peace horse, peace A bushel of our limited time is spent building and rebuilding And not enough asking forgiveness (soil can’t hear our toil, unless we lay in it and then: it’s too late) In our inherent laze we create malaise, between each other and our mother We leap forward only to bind ourselves backwards. To the technocrat brat, renew your energy by breathing trees Build a fire and cook the food you grow, the animal you hunt… Sleep under the Milky Way and drink, let your infant eyes nurse this galaxy And then tell me if the space you spoil with wires and buyers Is worth the loss?
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
On the twin flame experience: The way it worked I had to walk into your bar And it had to be winter solstice, the darkest And it had to be that song though now I don't remember any noise, my free-bird raven (breathe, beating heart. breathe, beating heart) Clink, cheers Back to life, back to reality Your green squint envyted this, hungry jades using you to seduce myself ...to remember my lips and hips dancing eyes ...the unparalleled, power between my thighs So, I let myself Be tangled up in the blue of your strawberry hair, a seeming field of for-never. I went from player to played In two shakes of your wolf in sheep's cotton tale (kiss, breaking heart. kiss, breaking heart.) Alternate current and direct current, All shook up. We bled sister rosetta red the cords our story was destined to obey the last note, where i lose the you and I we made (someone i didn't have to give away) Like every song written, but never played.