" *: March 2010

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I've seen the light.

















Yes you will believe this

I have seen the light.
the faint one drawing me near.
calling me closer
floating me

the city with its frayed edges just behind me.
i move away
just enough





just enough






















Sunday, March 21, 2010














you'll be given love
you'll be taken care of
you'll be given love
you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources
you have poured yours
maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

trust your head around
it's all around you
all is full of love
all around you

all is full of love
you just aint receiving
all is full of love
your phone is off the hook
all is full of love
your doors are all shut
all is full of love!

all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love
...










bjork

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

i'm tired of talking



























i'm tired.
i'm tired of talking
i need to rest my head onto something soft. i need to bring my brow down
i need to open a new lane to my evolution.
i'm tired of working your mill
i just need a little respite
i'm tired of talking.

























i am duplicitous






















it has taken me a thousand years to get here



you haven't read my biography
but you have witness its source



you haven't felt my pulse to see how I am alive.


instead you want to behold my tears


so


i am deceptive

duplicitous


i am wrong

but i have arrived at that state



i got in your car--



heedlessly



and you drove me there.

And you stare at me.




You needed me here,
you couldn't wait.
It is familiar.


Again i am double dealing

and it is familiar to you
and even just a little comfortable.



while I have laid out a map to be explored--each city available.

what work have you done?
other than architect this trip to the conventional where hypocrisy is the mayor.



































Saturday, March 06, 2010

purple


























The sun snaps me awake

and for a moment

one scary second

i misplace my truth

and then it floods my little city.

its first roll with

its martler
its fuckin' A
its fist of fury

it crashes
it serenades

i am engulfed.





























Thursday, March 04, 2010

Me.



















i am heavily fortified
so I believe
my gate runs along the edges



so what.
i am as porous as the sea
life still gets at me.


i still need to be believed.




























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