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Beach Stones

June 9, 2011

STONED SELF PROTRAIT

 

stoned self protrait

untitled

May 3, 2011

if it was anything else i would be dead
used to the extreme
spent
useless connections breeding forgiving conversations
no extent of background
variables bouncing off walls
fragile snow globes sitting on store shelves
waiting their turn
wages and debts of life
equally terminal
no point to shutters,
forecasts either

tangent oriented  frayed seams
firing on both ends
burning through
into air

Slash and burn

April 13, 2011

I’ve got a lot of blood inside me,

and it runs through me bright as days

Accidents leave you at truths gate

theyre sick of me slamming away,

underneath and summer night sky

absent of a moon

 

Can i tell you that you are the ocean in me?

do you feel the tides that carry me?

my own moon, drunk on power

 

a loving species inhabiting stricken forests

we must climb

way above the trees

to a place hiding in the clouds

our own temple awaiting it’s inhabitants

 

Lets keep this place safe in our memories

as if trapped by mental vines

to the mother jungle, the greater good

unbiased in decision, partial maybe

 

but just to the order of things.

Prisoners From Above

March 28, 2011

An undressed state of mind, and a fitting topic,

short as ever, but still, on I linger.

Ahead in new directions of self worth

and noticing strength in everyday life.

Like lifting your head off your pillow each morning,

small victories painting little pictures that make grand images.

Past the usual sights with their usual conversations,

most of them can’t smell the smog from the trees.

 

Autopilotiers ,

simplicity in its highest regard,

leading to a big bang.

 

Extinction,

and a new chance for the privileged

 

A cloud casts a shadow of doubt,

but it’s only filled with belief

weightless matter

clouds inside of cages

kind of like books,

with no pages.

When is it our turn?

March 11, 2011

The world is changing, and sights spread faster than electricity.

My heart goes out to the people of Japan.

 

I’m still processing the magnitude and relevance this has on me, and today.

 

I love you earth

Wisdom

March 8, 2011

Believe it

Pollen

March 8, 2011

Filled with pollen

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