Jun 072016
 

in spite of, or rather, in furtherance of, the castles that give so much yet relent the spite of our own fallacies, we give back to the waters we know to be full.  alas, the impoverished droughts of the desert can give no solace to the faceless crowds hoarding tiles like camels.

as the winds rise up and the storms rise, the silence is ghastly and pure.  the light is fierce.  the shadow tells the story of bright joy.  but the shadow is dark.  the shadow speaks in contrast knowing not how to portray such impossible glory.

but the shadow stays humble, stern in purpose, growing and glowing with the unknown delights of purity.  we see nothing.  we grasp and stumble and wilt before the undying powers that supersede our pitiable selves.  caught in motion, tumbling, tumbling.  towards and forwards.

 

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Jun 072016
 

unlike the virtuous luck of the prophets cascading down the serenading hills of yesteryear, the years of now are plenty and real with callous hands and distance.  like the sunbelt of orion with the light diffusing towards the lack that licks the nape of love, there is a calibrated stance that gives pleasant idolatry a desperate flame.

falling towards like the butterfly kissing realms unknown before you.  like the smile of the clouds with little to remove the words from the place.  the only difference is presence.  the absence digging in letting the chin know that unlike the past the present the future the now the now the now is now.  as time gallops towards the last lake, giving romance the tired tumble of promise.

i give.

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Nov 292014
 

the glow.  fierce.  the tired eyes marching forward, the sky laughing back with glee.  only the fortunate ones.  only the fortunate ones.

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Jun 292014
 

the dialect transformed, like a rainbow in the sun, making the potions grow stronger than the forest winds can understand.  i only seek the truth he said, his head bowed down with mourning.  she awoke and looked at him saying more than she could remember, she was only a girl, not yet ready to speak the volumes of guilt that portrayed her hair in such a negative shade.

 

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May 272014
 

Like air in the world like mace in the eyes I wish to speak to Bartholomew and run right for the train.  I kiss all the dogs and wish that I wish not in vain. 

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Nov 132013
 

you get the mirror and the door.  I get the post office and the set get the mirror and the door i get all the way off the floor.  You get the mirror and the door. 

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