You are drinking the cigarette into the face of my heart,
Please don't drink it!
You are eating the devil weed into the state of my art,
Please don't eat it!
You are shaking the music behind the hand of my ear,
Please don't shake it!
You are commentating my life into the image of myself,
Please don't comment on it!
You are awaking the log burning in the fires of my loins,
Please don't wake it up!
You are drinking the cigarette into the face of my heart.
Don't drink it!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wisp of Smoke
Oh! How I awed at that wisp of smoke,
How it was illumined by the suns soft rays,
How it shined radiantly the colors of the rainbow,
How mellifluously, softly, it spoke,
Words for minutes, hours, days,
Inaudible words of a beautiful glow.
What beauty! What sweet honey for the soul!
What mirth, what lightness from which springs this wonder,
That which separates smoke from coal,
That which casts them asunder.
Alas, confound this lightness!
Be damned, lightness!
Thou art the double-edged sword,
That split the living cord.
Beauty with strings attached,
Soon from existence detached.
Oh!...
Gloom-filled echoes,
Mourning in throes.
That river of life flows;
Towards, here, goes.
Dear wisp, life, thou art transcient.
But thou art immortal too.
Then, ever so often when the heart,
By memory is given a start,
And burns with love,
Wisp of smoke you exist a'gen!
"We will say you have risen above!!"
To your place in Heaven.
"To the beautiful girl,
Who too soon bade 'farewell',
We know you are well.
Hello, from those us left behind, to the 'Big Guy' tell. " - RJA
How it was illumined by the suns soft rays,
How it shined radiantly the colors of the rainbow,
How mellifluously, softly, it spoke,
Words for minutes, hours, days,
Inaudible words of a beautiful glow.
What beauty! What sweet honey for the soul!
What mirth, what lightness from which springs this wonder,
That which separates smoke from coal,
That which casts them asunder.
Alas, confound this lightness!
Be damned, lightness!
Thou art the double-edged sword,
That split the living cord.
Beauty with strings attached,
Soon from existence detached.
Oh!...
Gloom-filled echoes,
Mourning in throes.
That river of life flows;
Towards, here, goes.
Dear wisp, life, thou art transcient.
But thou art immortal too.
Then, ever so often when the heart,
By memory is given a start,
And burns with love,
Wisp of smoke you exist a'gen!
"We will say you have risen above!!"
To your place in Heaven.
"To the beautiful girl,
Who too soon bade 'farewell',
We know you are well.
Hello, from those us left behind, to the 'Big Guy' tell. " - RJA
Changing Times
And so it ends....
That affair that summer had with spring,
And with it the light and warmth that christened this fling.
And so it ends,
Now as the leaves turn yellow,
The sounds of nature are soothing and mellow.
The end.
The first flakes today descend,
Under the soft weight the strongest branches bend.
There is silence,
And a kind of ethereal Conscience,
Attempts to understand Transience.
It sees there must be beauty.
Beauty in the realization of life's fact--
Nothing ever remains in fact.
But again begins
Life anew. Winter to spring.
The Constant of Change. Amazing!)
That affair that summer had with spring,
And with it the light and warmth that christened this fling.
And so it ends,
Now as the leaves turn yellow,
The sounds of nature are soothing and mellow.
The end.
The first flakes today descend,
Under the soft weight the strongest branches bend.
There is silence,
And a kind of ethereal Conscience,
Attempts to understand Transience.
It sees there must be beauty.
Beauty in the realization of life's fact--
Nothing ever remains in fact.
But again begins
Life anew. Winter to spring.
The Constant of Change. Amazing!)
Stranger Stranger
Stranger stranger, the one I see often,
The one I hear when I soften
My hardened core.
Stranger, listen to me once more-
Yours is the future, mine's the past
You are the feast and I am the fast
Look not at me with disdain
I'm your Abel, you're my Cain.
Stanger stranger what's it like,
To notice that we are not alike?
Look into my eyes like you always do,
And stranger stranger show me something true.
I envy you stranger your wealth of time
As I work in the now through filth and grime.
I was told I'll get to meet you someday
But don't wait on me, I beg, I pray.
Stranger stranger I love thee so-
Till that end tears and sweat will flow.
The one I hear when I soften
My hardened core.
Stranger, listen to me once more-
Yours is the future, mine's the past
You are the feast and I am the fast
Look not at me with disdain
I'm your Abel, you're my Cain.
Stanger stranger what's it like,
To notice that we are not alike?
Look into my eyes like you always do,
And stranger stranger show me something true.
I envy you stranger your wealth of time
As I work in the now through filth and grime.
I was told I'll get to meet you someday
But don't wait on me, I beg, I pray.
Stranger stranger I love thee so-
Till that end tears and sweat will flow.
Another Side of Me
As a child I looked forward
Blinded to the world, my goals I walked toward.
They told me, they taught me
They sold me, the world bought me.
Trapped with words and visions and promises
Fooled and clouded were my senses.
I open my eyes and all I see
Is the veil that was put before me
Yet the veil thins and is lighter too-
And the light comes through,
The light comes through.
Can I know if anything is real?
What are those colors and shapes that slowly congeal
Behind this dreaded soft curtain
That makes nothing certain?
Blinded to the world, my goals I walked toward.
They told me, they taught me
They sold me, the world bought me.
Trapped with words and visions and promises
Fooled and clouded were my senses.
I open my eyes and all I see
Is the veil that was put before me
Yet the veil thins and is lighter too-
And the light comes through,
The light comes through.
Can I know if anything is real?
What are those colors and shapes that slowly congeal
Behind this dreaded soft curtain
That makes nothing certain?
Something in Me
Something in me died.
Dead, dead, died.
No more, gone, lost.
Out with the old,
In with the new.
My demons scrape at my sensibilities,
Help me to be what I ought to be!
I embrace my demons-
They are me as I am They.
Something in me died,
When the carpet was taken from under my feet.
The cold floor chills my very bones- the only thing left-
More, more, more,
Keep warm, keep warm.
Two decades- a flash in the pan
If love fails me then hate fuel me.
If light blinds me- come here darkness.
Two decades, one minute.
Something in me died.
Who is the stranger in the mirror?
Who are you?
Answer me!
The flower died, the twig must now fend for itself
The cord severed,
Ties broken,
Love lost,
Kindness crushed.
A hollow vessel remains,
Floating in this darkness without sensory stimulus.
There is no wind, or is there?
Imagination?
I will plunge deeper into the darkness
Till I cannot any longer
At the black heart of Darkness, I will find it-
The bitter, sticky, thick truth:
We are all empty vessels floating in space
"Bump me not, and I won't bump thee"
The lighter we are- the higher we float.
Cut all the weights attaches to the barrel.
Nothing in me died,
Died, died, dead.
Nothing in me lived,
Live, lived, lives...
Dead, dead, died.
No more, gone, lost.
Out with the old,
In with the new.
My demons scrape at my sensibilities,
Help me to be what I ought to be!
I embrace my demons-
They are me as I am They.
Something in me died,
When the carpet was taken from under my feet.
The cold floor chills my very bones- the only thing left-
More, more, more,
Keep warm, keep warm.
Two decades- a flash in the pan
If love fails me then hate fuel me.
If light blinds me- come here darkness.
Two decades, one minute.
Something in me died.
Who is the stranger in the mirror?
Who are you?
Answer me!
The flower died, the twig must now fend for itself
The cord severed,
Ties broken,
Love lost,
Kindness crushed.
A hollow vessel remains,
Floating in this darkness without sensory stimulus.
There is no wind, or is there?
Imagination?
I will plunge deeper into the darkness
Till I cannot any longer
At the black heart of Darkness, I will find it-
The bitter, sticky, thick truth:
We are all empty vessels floating in space
"Bump me not, and I won't bump thee"
The lighter we are- the higher we float.
Cut all the weights attaches to the barrel.
Nothing in me died,
Died, died, dead.
Nothing in me lived,
Live, lived, lives...
The Way She Moves is Magic
Pulsating waves pound and push the walls,
My chest throbs in rhythm with this overwhelming force.
Electricity fills the air and sparks fly wildly overhead,
Lights erratically appear and disappear, blinding and confusing!
My world seems to warp and twist and mutate into an alien landsape
Full of color and deep sound and earthquakes underfoot.
In the midst of this turbulence I see her-
Powerful, calm and controlling.
She rides the waves like a sleek canoe.
The colors glide over her smooth undulating figure,
Her hair cathes and tames the sparks.
Her slender limbs communicate with the world pulse
In a queer language of sorts that I may never understand.
She sways and twists and turns like a whirlpool,
And I am hypnotized, and the backdrop blurs.
She manoeuvres around the tides-
Graceful as a swan.
She yields and then expels,
She rides and then evades-
As the colors and sounds splash about,
As she becomes Reality,
As I drink deep,
Of the fountain of Beauty.
My chest throbs in rhythm with this overwhelming force.
Electricity fills the air and sparks fly wildly overhead,
Lights erratically appear and disappear, blinding and confusing!
My world seems to warp and twist and mutate into an alien landsape
Full of color and deep sound and earthquakes underfoot.
In the midst of this turbulence I see her-
Powerful, calm and controlling.
She rides the waves like a sleek canoe.
The colors glide over her smooth undulating figure,
Her hair cathes and tames the sparks.
Her slender limbs communicate with the world pulse
In a queer language of sorts that I may never understand.
She sways and twists and turns like a whirlpool,
And I am hypnotized, and the backdrop blurs.
She manoeuvres around the tides-
Graceful as a swan.
She yields and then expels,
She rides and then evades-
As the colors and sounds splash about,
As she becomes Reality,
As I drink deep,
Of the fountain of Beauty.
Alcohol
"I woke up this morning late for class
So back under the covers went my lazy ass.
I woke again feeling more tired-
The feeling I least desired.
I climbed out of bed,
Felt a pounding in my head,
Knew my eyes were red.
Sharp pains in belly,
Breath so smelly.
Drool on cheeks,
Won't drink for weeks..."
And here I am with cold one in hand,
The can changes color don't you understand?!
Though in the morning I may feel crappy,
This golden liquid makes me happy.
Though later my liver may hurt,
Right now I want to flirt.
And about that pain...
..wait... what was I saying again??
So back under the covers went my lazy ass.
I woke again feeling more tired-
The feeling I least desired.
I climbed out of bed,
Felt a pounding in my head,
Knew my eyes were red.
Sharp pains in belly,
Breath so smelly.
Drool on cheeks,
Won't drink for weeks..."
And here I am with cold one in hand,
The can changes color don't you understand?!
Though in the morning I may feel crappy,
This golden liquid makes me happy.
Though later my liver may hurt,
Right now I want to flirt.
And about that pain...
..wait... what was I saying again??
Left Stage Right
**Shit!**
**FU...**
Stay my hand, betray not my shiver.
Prickles and skin-pins pinch,
Stitching my silly stomach,
While my swerving mind watches
Through a burning purple face.
Sweat bells snake down my brow,
Stinging my eyes, and then repenting
With a bitter, bitter-salt, salty kiss.
Stay my wandering eyes, blinking into oblivion.
Surgical stares in the swirling sea,
A mosaic of tattered transcripts
That a singular throbbing jugular
Cannot float my racing heart under.
Sweat bells rain down my brow,
Inflaming my eyelids, usurping childhood tears
With lick-stick sticky cool.
Stay my breath, so quick to flee.
Carry me lightly in this trial of value,
Melting in our waxing madness,
Holding on to life's slipping string
My public nakedness begging you to love me, love me
**...CK!!!**
Sweat bells hit the floor,
Ringing loudly and announcing,
The time has come to sing, sing, sing:
**Leap!!**
Oh what would tomorrow bring, **Breathe**
If I should wake up old, old, a man in New Jersey? **Breathe**
When will I read you in history pages **Focus!**
Where maybe, but maybe, I'll find yourself there? **Breathe!**
No we're not using our minds **Breathe** everytime
We refuse to love on the line
**Breathe!**
**Breathe...**
**Breathe.**
Yet somehow someway
We're both here today **Breathe**
So laugh if you want to while you've got tears in your eyes **Breathe**
Forged in a share of time all ours
No way but to let your-self **Control, control...** FEEL! **Breathe!!**
**Breathe**
**Breathe**
**Breathe**
Oh what could tomorrow bring, **Breathe**
That would take me inside a bed? **Breathe**
When will I read life past in wood's grain **Sadden, Tone**
Where maybe, not maybe, I'll find myself there? **Breathe!**
No we're not using our time **Breathe** everytime
We refuse to love on the line
**Breathe!**
**Breathe...**
**Breathe.**
Yet somehow someway
We're both here today **Breathe**
So laugh if you want to while you've got tears in your eyes **Breathe**
Forged in a share of time all ours
No way but to let your-self **Control, control...** FEEL! **Breathe!!**
**Breathe**
**Breathe**
**Breathe**
**?**
**Swirling sea crashes on the rocks by the shore and I disappear into life**
**FU...**
Stay my hand, betray not my shiver.
Prickles and skin-pins pinch,
Stitching my silly stomach,
While my swerving mind watches
Through a burning purple face.
Sweat bells snake down my brow,
Stinging my eyes, and then repenting
With a bitter, bitter-salt, salty kiss.
Stay my wandering eyes, blinking into oblivion.
Surgical stares in the swirling sea,
A mosaic of tattered transcripts
That a singular throbbing jugular
Cannot float my racing heart under.
Sweat bells rain down my brow,
Inflaming my eyelids, usurping childhood tears
With lick-stick sticky cool.
Stay my breath, so quick to flee.
Carry me lightly in this trial of value,
Melting in our waxing madness,
Holding on to life's slipping string
My public nakedness begging you to love me, love me
**...CK!!!**
Sweat bells hit the floor,
Ringing loudly and announcing,
The time has come to sing, sing, sing:
**Leap!!**
Oh what would tomorrow bring, **Breathe**
If I should wake up old, old, a man in New Jersey? **Breathe**
When will I read you in history pages **Focus!**
Where maybe, but maybe, I'll find yourself there? **Breathe!**
No we're not using our minds **Breathe** everytime
We refuse to love on the line
**Breathe!**
**Breathe...**
**Breathe.**
Yet somehow someway
We're both here today **Breathe**
So laugh if you want to while you've got tears in your eyes **Breathe**
Forged in a share of time all ours
No way but to let your-self **Control, control...** FEEL! **Breathe!!**
**Breathe**
**Breathe**
**Breathe**
Oh what could tomorrow bring, **Breathe**
That would take me inside a bed? **Breathe**
When will I read life past in wood's grain **Sadden, Tone**
Where maybe, not maybe, I'll find myself there? **Breathe!**
No we're not using our time **Breathe** everytime
We refuse to love on the line
**Breathe!**
**Breathe...**
**Breathe.**
Yet somehow someway
We're both here today **Breathe**
So laugh if you want to while you've got tears in your eyes **Breathe**
Forged in a share of time all ours
No way but to let your-self **Control, control...** FEEL! **Breathe!!**
**Breathe**
**Breathe**
**Breathe**
**?**
**Swirling sea crashes on the rocks by the shore and I disappear into life**
Memories
Like paint chipping off a masterpiece,
Like color fading from a well-loved garment,
These memories of mine, they slowly become
Thin, transparent like...
Like a flower turned to dust,
Like a ringing bell brought to rest,
My records recede into
The...
Like a fragrance calling up the past,
Like water through my fingers,
My memories become sketches like...
Like a vague tune in my head,
Like lovely words once read,
These memories of mine will soon be...
Like color fading from a well-loved garment,
These memories of mine, they slowly become
Thin, transparent like...
Like a flower turned to dust,
Like a ringing bell brought to rest,
My records recede into
The...
Like a fragrance calling up the past,
Like water through my fingers,
My memories become sketches like...
Like a vague tune in my head,
Like lovely words once read,
These memories of mine will soon be...
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