You are new to the world
You are the teeth of the day
A nascent ascent into the realm of duplicity
An interpolation of polarity's invitation
You are old to the world
You are opening yourself
Gripping greedily onto tattered fringes
Latent laments insidiously hanging lower, closer
Both together a tempestuous dalliance
until its diaphanous energy
the apex of its activity
dirigible by time
Extirpates the bifurcated set
Conflates them unto death
Verse
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Friday, December 6, 2013
Deafening
Silence dissolves all objects
Unrelated to any counterpart which belongs to the mind
Silence has nothing to do with the mind
It cannot be defined
It is our proximity that feels directly
Silence is restriction
It is feeling without a feeler
No intermediary, no circumscription
Sound which comes from silence is music
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Pareidolia
Quite an inconsequential significance
This recursive feedback loop is.
Coming into the world the same as I will exit as:
An amnesic.
To think about the myriad ways impermanence manifests
To posture rewritten history upon innumerable sets of constants
A totally useless ephemeral honor
An amnesic.
To think about the myriad ways impermanence manifests
To posture rewritten history upon innumerable sets of constants
A totally useless ephemeral honor
Ouroboros type labor
I see fun, beautiful nonsense controlling itself
Enfeebling entropic forces with rhythmic sanctity
Eluding all definition or description
Is the unremembered worth living?
Enfeebling entropic forces with rhythmic sanctity
Eluding all definition or description
Is the unremembered worth living?
I'm looking for a song more belletristic
I'm gonna miss it all
But I've got it Now
That diaphanous prepidatiousness in our eyes
And our mirrors which equivocate it right back to us
I'm gonna miss it all
But I've got it Now
That diaphanous prepidatiousness in our eyes
And our mirrors which equivocate it right back to us
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Keeping Heat
Waking up, I never went to sleep
My skin a bridge
As I enter the unspeakable world
Although not impenetrable, we are omnipotent
In the same way God made the mountains
My heart does not choose to beat
The tiniest waving particle provokes rhythm
The marriage of illusion to a futility however likely
There is no point in sustaining bliss
Going to sleep, I never wake up
My skin a fabric
Woven into the totality of reality
My skin a bridge
As I enter the unspeakable world
Although not impenetrable, we are omnipotent
In the same way God made the mountains
My heart does not choose to beat
The tiniest waving particle provokes rhythm
The marriage of illusion to a futility however likely
There is no point in sustaining bliss
Going to sleep, I never wake up
My skin a fabric
Woven into the totality of reality
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Concrete
Through dim eyes
Crunched paper bags half–empty bottles boxed
A frequent perched-on penchant
Form the borders of a sleeping/waking space
Don't fret my friend
Don't bend under the weight
Although I'm not sure what this two-fifty will do
Or what you will do with it
Crunched paper bags half–empty bottles boxed
A frequent perched-on penchant
Form the borders of a sleeping/waking space
Don't fret my friend
Don't bend under the weight
Although I'm not sure what this two-fifty will do
Or what you will do with it
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Specter
I am the man you can't describe
Walking down the street with no name
I dare you to look me in the eyes
Only in my mind I am free
My time on this Earth my only penny
Nothing else to do but turn in and see
I am the man you can't conceive
Void of thin air rastered foggy frost
Living on moments that cannot be retrieved
Walking down the street with no name
I dare you to look me in the eyes
Only in my mind I am free
My time on this Earth my only penny
Nothing else to do but turn in and see
I am the man you can't conceive
Void of thin air rastered foggy frost
Living on moments that cannot be retrieved
Only I am worn from my consistent stride
Almost forgotten for what I'm searching
God knows when I'll arrive
Sunday, May 12, 2013
The Good Observer
I can describe but not explain
I am passionately indifferent, painfully observant, and obtusely cautious
Devoid of greater transcendence, unweighted by perspective
While like you, I seek unity and clarity
I can hope but not persuade
That you will follow my analysis
Of a state of mind at one point we have all shared
Permeating order and fiction
Scribbling out a path of transit
Makes no difference in my book
All the world is a stage
No choice but to play along
But I am ever so aware that I am an actor in this
And that is what makes me an Observer
I'll never know which is worse, only what most prefer
I am passionately indifferent, painfully observant, and obtusely cautious
Devoid of greater transcendence, unweighted by perspective
While like you, I seek unity and clarity
I can hope but not persuade
That you will follow my analysis
Of a state of mind at one point we have all shared
Permeating order and fiction
Scribbling out a path of transit
Makes no difference in my book
All the world is a stage
No choice but to play along
But I am ever so aware that I am an actor in this
And that is what makes me an Observer
I'll never know which is worse, only what most prefer
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