Mean every word in every dimension,
Make POEMS run,
Find a sun in every heart,
Load a smile into every gun,
Say goodbye to fancy and make ART beauty,
and you are lovely,
I’ve been on a free opinion hibernation, let things brew in the mind. A man who does not say much ends with more things to say than if he just ran his mouth. Classical music races through the skin and tinges the nerves. Debt imprisons the mind. Time is make believe. Late night conversations are tangible. Words deserve recognition in the world of physics. I want you to run your hands down my chest. The devil is a mole no surgery can remove. He annoys me. Clean sheets and dirty thoughts. 1st place the heart, 2nd the throat. Let hope hang in an infinite ring. Shock the body like a heated piece of steel and mold it. Eyes slowly drift, lids droop, drip into another world.
i miss you, we miss you
no one ever leaves this world
these material hearts rot
your loving heart remains heard
still you take care of me
still you watch over me
I don’t believe in memories
your love stays in me
There are still a million things unsaid
but nothing to regret
I’m better than any pornstar…
Just coz we’re far away doesn’t mean we can’t help!
Donations needed for victims of Bagyo Ondoy.
You can drop-off your donations at:
1. PNRC Bacolod Chapter Headquarters 10th Street Lacson (behind St. John’s Institute),
2. USLS… Coliseum
3. Cafe Breizh (til Oct1, 4pm-8pm).
LET’S HELP. Please pass.
A metronome swings about and it hits me, temperature affects time but not withheld to it. Not what I intended to write first but there it is.
We can’t live in our heads forever, in all eventuality it turns to a four walled circle of an enclosure, 2 sides white, 2 sides black, and with no reference to duration, in no time(haha) turns into one color. One eye sees white and none sees black so it seems. It really drives me crazy with just the concept. I had a shot of oxygen. Now think about it, when was the last time you took a breath of air and not smelled the city. Nothing is a beautiful thing when your full of everything and everything is awful when you have nothing.
Numbers only give us a sense of absolute. We move only to come back to midnight and we don’t sleep to pretend we can live forever.
I’ve become too dependent on my mind’s virtual map where it has split and untethered myself from reality. You shut down your mind for a second and everything just becomes a bit brighter. Again love comes up, but I cannot ever say where it belongs, where it comes from, or where it will surface. I see it in my anger, in my happiness and in my sadness. When we are detached, it is there, on the other side of our implosion.
I am selfish but I want you to be happy.
I don’t want to care but call me anytime.
I am tired but the will will never grow old.
Days are short, so that we can grab it.
What you want isn’t necessarily what you need.
I don’t know what I need but I know what I want.
You get what you want then you know.
You had sex with an elf?//..