Monday, September 22, 2008

Woman

bodies composed
with precision
organically symmetrical
give birth to nomadic thought
wandering aimlessly
into patterns of design
completion upon comprehension
of divine aesthetic
woman

Monday, September 15, 2008

Renaissance

Theoretically
the moon has come
forever
to impregnate
the dead roots
of winter
and give birth
to spring

Truth

It often comes as surprise
a rubbing of the shoulders
the caress of winter wind
along the spine
slipping of time through sand
which only hardens when water
is applied
don't be surprised
it is a gift
I could never imagine going
to sleep
with yesterday in my pores

Fouth of July

A fire was lit to the clouds
and each one burned in its own
colour
the people sat and stared
not understanding
the interpretation of emotion before
their eyes
it was a lonely evening
in July
that day
I began to burn
and have yet since then
been extinguished

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Thinking

the grass never grows here
only cement
in these gardens
c'est la vie

Absolute

she threw a brick at me
and I have been recovering
ever since

Truth

I would move
but my bones have become stilts
allowing me to rise above
only to let me fall
the wind blows like an old cliche
allowing the sky to lose
its blues
I've walked a long way
to get here
though i've settled
my feet steadily move
avoiding the complacencies of the heart
nothing ever changes
its only the movement of the clouds
that make us feel whole

Always

waiting on the train
blowing the wind with
her Nina Simone complex
all her troubles
evaporating in the atmosphere
all my heroes blew to the wind
and returned as ashes
she is a cheating wife

Mi Amor

The wind sings to a starless sky
cradling a thousand moons
in its right arm
in the left are my dreams
sent to illuminate the night
my dreams of you
they shine through your window
on top of your blanket
and you feel the warmth
of my body
beside yours
forever holding your dreams upon
my chest
I have surrendered to your touch
heart to heart
this relationship has become my art
in the galleries of our pupils
a fragile aesthetic

I forgot about this!

I forgot I even had this blog. Well I'm back on here. This is mostly poetry but some other shit will be on here too. Enjoy!