Your footsteps are ten
minutes from
here, but I jump every
second
expecting dynamite
minutes from
my bedroom
second
fluttering in sleep.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Traveling Particle 9/3=3x3=9
Spasmodic dusk rising during fall
tense purpose
suspension
coming back
to its home outside the nebulous.
tense purpose
suspension
coming back
to its home outside the nebulous.
Con Figure 9-7=2+3=5+7=12-3=9
Demonstrable monsters inch here
with unintentional speed
truly sincerely
a deviation
with unintentional speed
consequently sequences formed to how
sincerely
demonstrable monsters inch here
with unintentional speed
truly sincerely
a deviation
with unintentional speed
consequently sequences formed to how
sincerely
demonstrable monsters inch here
FATE
It’s the same hand
but the game keeps changing
I don’t know
what it means
or what it says
I’ve grabbed every lenses, perspective, light, and hypothetical happenstance,
but it’s a mountain
gathering dust
in a corner of
my dreams.
but the game keeps changing
I don’t know
what it means
or what it says
I’ve grabbed every lenses, perspective, light, and hypothetical happenstance,
but it’s a mountain
gathering dust
in a corner of
my dreams.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
"Then" Is Protracted by Amiri Baraka
"Then" Is Protracted
by Amiri Baraka
We wanted free as what is free
& away & gone & up past lost
We wanted color & breathing & hope
To see hope
We wanted love & be healthy always
We wanted each other & for every body
To know the best things & feel the
Beautiful things
We want true us & true you &
True history & for truth itself
To ice lies finally & as long
We wanted ugly to not be, & warmth
To help us see
We wanted need to be natural
& prayer to be conversation
We wanted the weather to act better
& us in it never under it
We wanted what we wanted
& desired what inspired
us to be ourselves
& ourselves to be free
Is there a place in the world
This cannot be understood?
by Amiri Baraka
We wanted free as what is free
& away & gone & up past lost
We wanted color & breathing & hope
To see hope
We wanted love & be healthy always
We wanted each other & for every body
To know the best things & feel the
Beautiful things
We want true us & true you &
True history & for truth itself
To ice lies finally & as long
We wanted ugly to not be, & warmth
To help us see
We wanted need to be natural
& prayer to be conversation
We wanted the weather to act better
& us in it never under it
We wanted what we wanted
& desired what inspired
us to be ourselves
& ourselves to be free
Is there a place in the world
This cannot be understood?
Trickling Aquamarine
Trickling aquamarine
down the side of an
Oak tree leg
slumbering underneath
surfaces of crystallized air
pooled together in a silent conference of intention
that builds into a monsoon
quietly engulfing
the home of our feet.
The paths are imploding
faster than a now can extend
faster than the future rushes forth
with the force of a still 80 knots
Hands easily wind,
cutting through transparent
doors
on the way to
escalated intention
seeking a blanket principle
melting slowly under
pressure from the sun.
This is the rounded
found and in decline
rolling endlessly in water
to the beat of
hearts that pick up where one
died off and dissipated beneath
the undiscovered sea
hanging above our head precipices,
shadowed by the object
we must not see.
down the side of an
Oak tree leg
slumbering underneath
surfaces of crystallized air
pooled together in a silent conference of intention
that builds into a monsoon
quietly engulfing
the home of our feet.
The paths are imploding
faster than a now can extend
faster than the future rushes forth
with the force of a still 80 knots
Hands easily wind,
cutting through transparent
doors
on the way to
escalated intention
seeking a blanket principle
melting slowly under
pressure from the sun.
This is the rounded
found and in decline
rolling endlessly in water
to the beat of
hearts that pick up where one
died off and dissipated beneath
the undiscovered sea
hanging above our head precipices,
shadowed by the object
we must not see.
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