Sometimes the box of reality seems to push its muffling walls close to my head, forcing me to notice the slaughterhouse ramp on which we all live. All in line one by one moving ever closer to the man with the sledgehammer, that wet thud and then they cut you up for what they can use. Footsteps down busy city streets, the row-homes seem almost ( Read more... )

My boots fall endlessly upon the poorly lit streets at night. I can feel the strap across my shoulder from which my bag dangles creating a sweaty blotch on my t-shirt beneath it. After walking endlessly the same carpet all day you’d think my feet would be numb to this mile walk home, but each footstep seems to remind me of the hundreds that came ( Read more... )

The picture tube blasts its slime above my head. I wonder if Dr. Farnsworth would have thought ninety years after his invention it would have slowly evolved into the medium by which an entire population is kept lazy and afraid. Give me a bucket of canned laughter to drown my sorrows in.

So many words do not seem to comfort a searching for the true reality. What matters? What is worth fighting for? If I reject everything I have been taught and strike out on my own just like so many before me am I truly a pioneer? Give me an original idea and I will show you its dead owner.

Pages turn like butterfly wings in the grass and I watch my life drift by like a good novel drawing the reader on always wanting to know what happens next. Can the world be bought with a newly cleansed soul. All the sins of the child shall be passed on to the man. Only he can swallow mountains of puffed chests and pretending to remove the stains. ( Read more... )

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Peering out of this upstairs window I can see the sun coming up over the jagged broken city horizon. Most of my life has been nothing but avoiding the rays of light cast from its bright form that seems to follow me overhead, like a parent watching over your shoulder for ten hours a day. Its funny how when a vague idea that you once entertained ( Read more... )

The muffled sounds from the television fade through the layers of carpet and wood above my head. It seems like it’s always on, taking up the silence, passing the moment, and filling my head so I don’t have to think. It becomes harder and harder to distract myself from the ever glowing cathode ray distraction, escaping the numbing escapism. I haven ( Read more... )

Wash. It washes over me like so many sounds exuding from the stack of speakers. I see a vision of a ghost a half form of myself moving like a twitching branch in the wind of a hurricane. You move like tomorrow and pull me into the melee of your body. Thoughts like a voice pouring over the electric currant flowing in my brain. The only being ( Read more... )

The sweet whisper of your face echoes its image in my mind
Silken cobwebs of your touch still on my face
My lips carry the memory of your kiss