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Seed [21 Feb 2010|11:12pm] Look at me Free as a seed in the wind Casting whichever way Surely where I land I will be both fertile and fawning My creativity the ground will gain Into a sapling And then into a tree My roots for rain as my branches gain sky But til then I float above As I watch the bustle below Forgotten and yet to be known post comment

shadow [24 Sep 2009|10:31pm] cast only by invisible in darkness so knowledge is how to know what you left to be remembered i am a filament burning bright burning hot from resistance the only way i shine is by friction against the grain painfully addicted to a wallet and purpose though inherent is only my need to survive now that I am founded now that I've been tested I can create and create and create and create and create can I bring myself to do it? can I cast a shadow again? post comment

return of a poet [02 Jul 2009|12:17am] lost in reality taken by practicality the man wonders far from the pen his words are not solace his heart is not a dreamer his eyes do not see beauty in the sky as if the wonder has left him jaded by his best efforts to be "successful" on their terms, not his do not forget who you're born of do not forget what you need to believe is that disbelief is a beautiful thing the environment is yours to create you control your senses make the hair stand on end by breathing breathe peace of mind in pieces of your wonder your life is an art cultivate the picture post comment

Coat Of Arms [19 Dec 2007|11:27pm] veneratio vires scientia partum all who i am the root of the roots of the language with which i speak my composition for i am fundamentally simple yet fundamentally complex this crest praises my people proud of its strength rich in its knowledge true through its history these bones and heart represent my whole crop of its practice strange in its construction stark through its design this is my great goddess deliberate in her meaning inspiring through her right representation of her understanding this is my sonic fidelity simple through its expression complex of its potential language in its composition all who i am the root of the roots of the language with which i speak my composition for i am fundamentally simple yet fundamentally complex king of a destiny - mine own post comment

mylar [10 Nov 2007|12:42pm] this plant reminds me of mom this plant reminds me of you her - she placed it in a window back home it would work patiently reaching it's green fingers to the sun by day dreaming of its innocuous luminance by night inspired by the savory fire in the sky fiber, by fiber it would carefully weave humble pink trim hidden by it's shy pedals the perfect dawn would break and its toil would explode into fruition fireworks of roseate beauty burst off every stem as if it were reciting a blush poem after, painstakingly choosing each letter to speak it and i would behold this flower and i would cherish its elegance and i would love its existence this plant reminds me of you post comment

smile [08 Aug 2007|11:18pm] sometimes its a stretch agonizingly strenuous lifting either cheek as to spread the span between into grace i am not content i hold the motion in contempt hostage to my manners my mouth mauls the truth i am molested by my desire to appease mangled into a mire dark with the secret that this affront has no roots, only purpose sarcastically i am sadistic dissecting the situation into all faults which we do not adore we adorn our lips with lies sure, i'm having a good time post comment

don't vote [07 Aug 2007|09:36pm] do not vote! vote. join the roaring silence the collective apathy the stinging scorn they count your absence you are a number more than those erased by the blue or red show no trust be not proud have no faith do not lie we are the callous stoic with our scars baring our burden of not believing the old machine post comment

valentine fondu [15 Feb 2007|12:02am] bodies dressed in red meditating on the floor thoughts stirred with strawberries blueberries raspberries murdered with a metal fork the nature of the nectar sliding down their throats elicits from their vox sweet serenades on sexual theories as the cocoa tickles the coalescent spirit they unify their understanding there are chemicals unfurling from sweet of fruit and sweet of candy that remove the brain from reality and place it in a place where from a distance what's real seems far away so lets be honest and divulge that divergence does a-rasp its constantly knocking on the will to find itself regret where phenylalanine is craved in lust to replace the endorphins remain so you've thought what if and i've thought what if but we still have yet to act will we share sweet fruits of joy in sweet chocolate faithful time or someday slip from truth? my values stay too fast for fleeting my dear faith post comment

snow blown veneer [07 Feb 2007|11:42pm] i'm walking past a sculpture carved by the relentless northern wind it appears only from its shadows a message in the white built from millions it is a finely tuned face where layers are removed in lines and placed in plaster elsewhere its artist is the night time gale ripping across her bow pulling pieces from the perfect and leaving flaws in its design its not in color that it does lapse but the impressions of the wind imprint shadows of ripped sole the orange light makes the lines deep its the wail of the wind it seems begging to escape so it dances like white northern lights across the snow top's sheen i see you speak you angry air i hear the cold you say let the air escape the dirty sins of our toxic human haste post comment

chill [05 Feb 2007|11:22pm] the wind will rip the skin off your face in sheets it'll peel from your pores like old split plastic it'll hang off your cheeks its like a thousand tiny knives alluding to acupuncture its less than therapeutic and more than a wound its an all encompassing scream billowing at your ears and nibbling at their lobes as if you're dry rotting from the outsides the gust has come to sweep the moisture off your cheeks paint the red onto your nose shed tears into your eyes and remind you that its 30 below post comment

nemesis [04 Feb 2007|11:37pm] the nemesis has returned the ability to render myself unable to remain agile in my quest how determined can one be about determination when one's determination is the failure but lo, i remain determined to be determined for i must fight the burnout keep the burn on and keep my head on ice my heart on fire meditate on moderation moderate my motivation motivate my momentum and perpetuate my dedication the cause must kill the cancer the cancer must not be the cause post comment

road [21 Dec 2006|08:37am] freedom freedom in the rush by freedom in the yellow lines that though dashed, they blur one to point anywhere you'd like them done. freedom freedom in the hum high freedom in the engine grinds that though speed it does strain there is no better sounding sweet pain freedom freedom in the wind's sigh freedom in the gusty chimes that though booms at the door it rings a soon-to-be what you've yearned for freedom freedom in the spring sky freedom in the sweet high that though cold is not past we breathe change in anyplace we gasp we are now whatever we want to be we will soon be whatever we so want to be we look back to see what we wanted to be visitors? no pilgrims? sometimes travelers? always because love is travel travel is love liberated by passion sustained by curiosity inspired by the far cherished from within 1 comment|post comment

death [14 Dec 2006|12:05am] death by design death by personal decision death is the passing of every minute we are falling gracefully into ash immortality in legacy tragedy in the forgotten sorrow in horror celebration in extinguishing disassemble yourself and review your pieces where are your tumors? are you malignant? are you benign? are you life in your veins? reassemble your will for in your graceful fall you can lift the air beneath you if you lift the current beneath others stir the updraft fuel the fire die not in vain die over the years with purpose 21 and decomposing the clock ticks the world turns the perfection is gone who am i now? post comment

americanese [12 Dec 2006|12:44am] the americanese we must cease to be our culture we must be individuals of value negativity brings the black to the best it kills hope thrives on hate leads to violence of thought violence of voice violence of body selfishness narrows our view introverts our intentions secludes our grace to grave and perpetuates mutual exclusion waste wears away our world eliminating our future emanating impending everlasting impudence for a place where balance was revoked from all inhabitants of our earth excess desensitizes our eyes dulls our ears makes our food tasteless skews our sense of truth miscommunication designs destruction out of a carefully woven mess and perpetuates predispositions to pittance of truly genuine affairs materialism cloaks true fruits and is merely fuel on the fire that burns to a greater hunger for no fire is too big until our whole life is ablaze conformity is colorless creation confined to codify the spirit to where we're all wearing 3D glasses in a 1D movie - grey ignorance is the shadows that elicit the feelings of fear that realize our inevitable inoculation of ignorance laziness is the lovechild of commodity and speed for all is a haste pace and anything left behind is never seen ahead fear frees the dedications from coming to exist for we can tiptoe from the lions but we'll never feel their mane faux is the lack of truth which is the need for the unreal don't believe it if you read just have faith in faux to never prove true greed is the need for selfishness to rear its ugly desire as we step on the ones below to be stepped on by those higher up the pile the americanese: negativity selfishness waste excess miscommunication materialism conformity ignorance laziness fear faux greed the individual: love selflessness balance consideration clarity thrift individuality daring truth giving knowledge now on to practice what i preach post comment

curtain [16 Nov 2006|12:52am] behind the wall of water lies the secret of the flow the creases of the satin clear distort the ringing sonance of the perfect gentle drone if it could be a color it would claim a royal blue to represent the spectrum that lies beyond marine a lush life of verdant shade infinite sensuality an oblivion of succulent death one hundred and ten percent oxygen we'd be high from perfection we'd be blind of the turmoil past what lies behind the crystal curtain we will never know but to live before a waterfall is to understand the gravity and to pay our dues to flow continuance is honoring life - not fearing death post comment

purity [15 Nov 2006|01:29am] i breathe deep in the exchange with fauna they give me life i give them growth down to the tip of my hips i remove the fog in my lungs i eat deep only of the good earth reds, yellows, oranges and greens they sweep my stomach clear of the toxic taste indulgence for the sweetest fruits are ones that sustain life i stretch deep in honor of my limbs i test them and their length as i reach for the infinite in so my body celebrates the self i see deep blacks and blues relieve grays overcast, lackluster skies give way to oceans of imagination that i see in the black of backs of eyelids so i can see everything that can be i listen deep the wash of ethereal sound sanctifies the music of day by showing me passive textures by night ambiguous drones elicit my dreams they are a lullaby less a melody i sleep deep the rhythm of life secedes from time as it slows to a silent stop pronounced by reminiscent reveries and wishes to remain away in my images i purify the deepest from my most inside innards to the spirit i transit to the people i desire to be as radiant as daylight and as crystal clear as a cold water spring i am clean post comment

create [14 Nov 2006|01:11am] i am a device of my own devices declining the derivative that i could potentially derive from the drive to create time is a white canvas blackened by obligation obligated to obligate myself to an obtuse existence the opposite of the obvious origination of purpose i look out the window to see dark graced by light what if i could fill those spaces with abstract observations and interpretations i would then be a translator i would be a looking glass i'm jealous of Thoreau who stole away to walden to discover the music in silence to reveal the monet in darkness the fragrance of nature and he was so free to explain his explorations while i am determined in predetermining my fate why can i not be a whim where my creativity unravels from my quilted heart and i am simple yarn for all of you to see? we starve if we are the artist 1 comment|post comment

air [11 Nov 2006|01:02am] the chill air is more for clarity you know you have skin when it stings from the wind and your breath paints a new permutation of white across the orange morning sky for every new millisecond the chill air is more for integration because it strips the trees bare it paints the grass brown it turns the water white and it keeps the skin fair so the world is monotonous monotone uniform yet unique the chill air is more for presence because you know its alive breathing down your neck you shrug your shoulders in a submitting stance saying you are king my feet are brisk in your honor the chill air is more for beauty as precipitation of glass floats from the heavens demonstrating the grace of an angel's decline she declares it should be white it is miraculous that all is satin silver the chill air post comment

liberate [06 Nov 2006|12:06am] i forgo abstraction for the sake of clarity: liberate yourself from expectations liberate yourself from perfection liberate yourself from friends liberate yourself from enemies liberate yourself from future liberate yourself from past liberate yourself from instrument liberate yourself from frustration liberate yourself from tension liberate yourself from mistakes liberate yourself from impressment liberate yourself from praise liberate yourself from scorn take 5 seconds between the time you walk out on stage and the time you play to just breathe real deep let yourself go to where ever the music takes you for you must open that channel of expression so your heart can be heard only in this liberation will you be able to fly i advise myself the same we are all far too critical to make music post comment

joy [02 Nov 2006|12:42am] joy for the world for the brighter the better inject energy infuse the glow we are holiday lights woven in a web of interconnected wires differing in color powered by life we cannot deny being of the circuit meant to twinkle in the dark telling all where home is making nights of magic gray days less pale and mornings of hope we are hung from the great tree of life intended to explore every branch illuminate every needle design every shadow for everything is as we cast it to be who are we alone? when one filament gives in a whole strand declines to gleam for we rely on each other to electrify our existence though the arbor may be adorned with ornaments they are amiss without luminous personalities for though there are so many pretty things to see without us to appreciate and interpret their grace they are under no eyes, no light and are never seen so shine on so shine bright this place can be beautiful if you will it post comment

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