apartment living poems(1) keep emptytuna cansin the refrigerator(2)applying toilet bowl cleaner whilst drinking rose wine
his starfirst morning star you do not staygoing astrayas you dowonder is to let go and nothold you say nowon wards to wander ..
Retreatfrazzled connectivityreaching beyondthe beyond
illuminatedlight dancesover the tombstone
Regna tree - aniccacleaning my brush in the water pot diluting ink
Renga tree - for youan ink drawingsome textnothing spoken
Renga tree - contacthand to hand holdor grasp
Renga tree - within worldslooking tothe heavens grass dew
Renga tree - wave to ripplethe momentbefore the moment this causal catch
I would have you do thisHere.this is your prayeryour mantra, your news.I leave it as I found it, papering in the streets.as godless a truth as you will knowit’s still a ghost of a dreamsmaller than theories of infinite resolution. you will believe it because it has no industryno acolytes or storefronts.it’s not an embezzlement of fascinationor confabulation of missing histories.you will not doubt its truth because your design is hollow the space inside your car the adventitious spine that vials through the weeds the ice of march on adam’s needle the ants, crickets, beetles under sandstone waiting in a music box for the catalysts to wake and split them out into the breen.you will speak of your awarenesswithout knowing what inhabits it like a colour that doesn't hum or passing through a future forest of apparitions in bald park meadows a
Colour of voicesas the bow of strings pull my dulling heart to my surprise,your colours were beyond brighter, than they're brightness could dieas buildings shone gold glistening to the sun,whose voices were yet to vibrate, to the lips of one.what was this call that alleviates those quiet psalmsyet to spread-out those lips, to dead this stormwould thou vow revenge or call out screamsfor this to all to end, as if all was but a dream.to see this side to your happiness,as the softness of your half-heart was happy no lessunbridled, if no less harsh, a mirror's halfI saw a beauty not of this flesh.to not let tarnish what time had frozento only be seen by those eyes of a chosen fewso long many longed, the lonely heart,that was stolen, and had grew...so many kept it secret, a desire had spoke it too and fro, as these tears that provoke,so a thousand words to call the wind its nameI saw a mere smile, so wild none could tamesaying goo
Hey, Jesus...Me: Hey Jesus...how come you didn't choose me to be Your Mother?Jesus: If you were My Mother, you wouldn't be My Bride.
Dear LokiDear Loki,Take the chaos that is all around me.Calm the stormy seas of my emotions.I cannot travel this path alone.Christ is the Prince of Peace,and my first love among the gods,but I feel I need someone beside meWho knows the dark.Who knows pain.Who knows destruction can lead to creation.Help me make something beautifulOut of the ashes.
Hope and desperationHope and desperation walk togetherbe strong is to overcome the desperationand hope until the endFaith is believing in the unbelievablelook at the infinitenot having any guarantees, no securitygive up alland hope to findsomething bigger than this gray realityI have hopeand walk in the darknessand desperation is the price paid by the desire for some light
AttractionHell is but a stepwithin redemption.Hate is but a smileamong conception.Heaven is the run,of a fast and wild stream.Love is the voiceof every person's dream.Opposites attracteven the ghosts of a past.Being alikeis what everyone wants last.
caused, not predestinedtime, and the universe...our creators;not to worship,but for us to realize -that without 14 billion yearsof evolutionary process,derived of the random though it may be,we would notnor could notexist.yes, each individual is unique;but it takes a good portion of humility[and deep introspection]to gain a true sense -of the selveswe did not ourselves create.the one who says,"I - am a self-made man",may have unfortunately*turned out to be*(!)among the most delusionalof all the entities evolvedsince consciousness began.llp - apr2012 - dA
Don't struggleMy dear,Don't struggleTrying to get away from me anymoreBecause I'm...You can't hearMy name?Are you not readyTo return to me?I'll let you go...For now, my childBut before you go,I will give you this(a kiss of innocence)And you'll keepIn a form of aNecklace,So now you can go backTo the world you came from.And when you'reReady...This charmWill shine,Letting me knowThat your time is up.I found you,For so long I'veWaited for youBut this timeI'm not letting youGo back to dream world.
Heaven Knows PrettyHeaven Knows PrettyShe walks the streetsalone and afraidthat they might returnto make her suffer again...Worse than beforeher worst fearsget the best of herThey spiral herdown an alleywayShe returns to the placeher own hellwhere they stoleevery last crumbof her dreamsher fantasiesher very sanity...Her eyes twitchand a single tearinvoluntarily dropsdown her sullen faceShe looks upto see a fence that shedidn't recall protectinganything before...anyone...All her demons come backto see her perchedupon a rotting wooden crateAn angel appears glowingfrom the vandalized wallin front of the girl"Where were you...when I needed you most?"She sat in silencefor a momentand one moment only"I needed help...I received none..."Waiting for what seemedlike an eternity"I'm nothing but ugly now"...She gains a certainlight-headednessFalling fiercely downwardsoon caught bythe angel's soft robed lap"Child..."She pauses to look intothe now lifelesshollow eye
of substance and essenceyou want to figure it out?your mind is a ghost,sincerely. it is whispers