haiku in 4 parts

it actually
exists or can exist things
that you tried to wreck

meantime i want you
to put words to it could be
a sense of loss just

done, unopened, the
decay settles in out of
breath like a serpent

rustles grasses, but
then sun floats up from the dead,
tricks to catch the light

all in all,
we cannot stop singing.
we cannot start sinking,
we swim until it ends.
they may kill
and we may be parted,
but we will ne'er be broken-hearted.

life is about moving on, even when it isn't all that convenient - even when it feels like throwing away what you have, when it draws blood and hurts really bad. life isn't about sitting and wanting, it's about needing and getting, trying and failing, hoping and dreaming, building up, watching it all come crashing down. life is about redefinition, ( Read more... )

there's something in my eye - a little midge so beguiling
sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
i heard the eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
you missed my eye, i wonder why i didn't complain
you missed my eye, i wonder why, please do it again

the loving is a mess, what happened to all of the feeling?



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“we’re embalming him,” they tell me, while they stand around holding toothbrushes as though they’re forks and they're about to eat him or something. it doesn’t look like any kind of embalming that i've ever seen, and i think the man on the table is actually just sleeping. 'maybe they don’t know,' i think. maybe i should tell them 'hey, he’s not ( Read more... )

all joy...emphasizes our pilgrim status; always reminds, beckons, awakens desire. our best havings are wantings.
~cs lewisoff to london tomorrow for a delightful weekend in the uk. i am going to see my favourite band ever - james! - and hang out with one of the kickassingest people i know - zak! - and eat a lot of yummy food - curry! - and see ( Read more... )

rambling poets
manic with vision
we are the drivers yet we feel driven
moths in the moonlight
fooled by a flashlight
caught in a jam jar
gasping for air

either way, i’m in awe of you
either way, we’ll survive
we’ll survive

this unstable pattern of occurrence isn't new to me. this time i know how to deal with the one-way street of it, though. so yeah, i pick particular entities, ones blessed with characteristics i lack, namely apathy. then despite my clutching passion, they fade away as time takes its course...entropy, you know. meanwhile, i'm the one who cringes at ( Read more... )

at nine, i discovered my talent for lucid dreaming. i remember the first time clearly: riding bikes with my sister, i explained to her that it was all a dream, that we weren't really there. shortly after that i realized that in a lucid dream state, i could do whatever i wanted, mold reality any way i liked, escape the constraints of awakeness. at ( Read more... )

Like city's rain, my heart ( Read more... )