all the lights
in the sky
are so old

even if I could find peace
one day you'll see me twinkling
but you won't truly see me

anymore.

in the morning that comes just after the sun i take this tiny book with its tiny monsters into the garden, which is yellowing in its season-- & my inebriation passes into its winter where i swear we had just seen spring. i used to love that foggy nonsense, i think, in a weird way-- crawling to the bottom for a chance to look up. now i don't have ( Read more... )

how many times have you regretted doing what you didn't know was exactly the right thing to do? no knowledge of a perfect moment, & always memory & regret. evrything constantly, slipping through fingers--

take a look inside the machine & see the circuits that's makin it work...

"Former Kerala-based businessman, Hira Ratan Manek (69), through his study of the life of the Jain Tirthankara, Bhagvan Mahavir (who used to practise sun gazing) has perfected a technique of sun gazing which he practices and teaches. According to him, this method is enough to cure any kind of psychological problem, develop confidence and overcome ( Read more... )

rainbows aren't real
good i
m glad

inside is so much fire that all that comes out is already smoldering, burnt out dull glow coal nuggets of wisdom... transformation in the conceptual sense.

those who take jokes as wisdom are those dishing out advice. one who couldn't find the strength to keep from crumbling when the other was weak. goddamn there's so much bullshit-- millions of tons are still comprised of eighths of teaspoons. mostly i can hardly bear it. & what are memories but that which has been & shall never again be? & what is ( Read more... )

elusive, yet they have not eluded me. like a firecracker in the face i may have fashioned for myself. come home, send me packing, steeped in stupor. no pity for heinous crimes of god, only remorse. no kind words for a monster, a jackal; that which you wish never was. an embarrassment. i swear, unlay your eyes from upon me, i am meant to burn & you ( Read more... )

yet invariably comes, & always of its own accord. & what to do when there is no hope? this is where the wild things are.

makes me wanna spit, & i gnash my teeth even in slumber.


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all humans on the quest for sleep.


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