expectations are never really great because nothing is concrete and even if it is things exist to break up concrete. even the rain can wear it away eventually. eventually has a much more negative feel to it than forever. sometimes opposites attract but not all the time. no one can come up with a rule to govern everything. it does not work. life is ( Read more... )

I wrote a poem (or part of one) called "...And the East Called Red" today that I like. Things are on the edge of something and are going to fall (I can tell) but it is a good fall. Sometimes descent can be good. Patterns occur but are too general and specific to be patterns. Life works out in rubics cube and tulip ways.

negatives exposed to a monochromed sun
dreams exposed to heat
a bloodwork sown in callowness
dust beneath my feet.

speaking to the void ( Read more... )

In and o u t, a universal pulse ( Read more... )

One hundred and forty-four ( Read more... )

Shutting it down Lincoln-Sudbury Style...
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Damnation <> Damn Nation ( Read more... )

The universe lacks something, although lack may not be the best word for it. Lack implies something is missing, a void, a gap. I do not believe this to be the case. The universe "lacks," for lack of a better words, "good" and "bad ( Read more... )