December 2009
59 posts
huck your huka
watch your floating lips
pucker and curve,
swoop and blow
push and pull
on
such fruited air,
that tainted smoke
is an art
hands, i love hands.
I love,
I love the human body.
my muse, my muse
viajesus:
i do, i do.
(via sunnysilhouettes)
Bottom
Im hanging from a tree
and I see in the air
my flings floating
I crave these creations
These items on which I scribble,
I cry,
I tear
My legs will not bend
or break
My head is rushed with these invaders
Nose is running,
eyes dripping,
lids crushing
Its so straightforward,
I see this fault,
so crystal clear
I must swing,
and find all might
to fight
I will erase you the next time
rhineland
if I present a gift
Im met with a pucker;
graciously presenting
our bond
stop, again
there is no time
for hidden presents anymore
I love to open eyes to this connection
am I not to be lightened with joy
one second on each turn
to blink and snap this
oh such greed
Im losing contact
thethinkingtank:
today / jefferson airplane
the terrible, terrible fairy voice
morning breath,
like a smoky fog,
suffocates images.
scared- under,
a faint gasp runs.
hands cover and scrape,
a steady pitch pounds.
a sickly voice,
is now a craved wave.
shouts and sparkles,
waves ebb and flow,
as if sheets wrapped are tightened.
yarns tied and bodies melt- under.
corners are tucked and eyes close.
waves crash and fall- under.
hair is pulled and released.
pained...
I will be bad
I will be loose
Lie
My head is pounding,
I feel stomach drop.
Fit this circle in that square.
Gaze on darling perfection,
two halves together.
Fights and flings
cause these brightening discomforts.
Stars that shined with might,
now flight away all beauty.
I feel the black ink leak,
and stain.
andy warhol
Hang this body on the wall and glance
Magnets pull and pull and pull
Feel free to trace and flick it life
I want to plaster, plaster, plaster my body
curtained hair
I know it is covering your grand deep mine.
A smog is covering and glowing,
a fluorescent crescent of disdain.
One so knowledgable,
so keen,
burning in their isolated state.
This sight is hard on soft eyes,
eyes craving accomplishment.
Soft windows awaiting great success,
from the one so knowledgeable.
Please throw away your shawl of lies.
ufo
truly,
are you special?
the one of the many?
I have sparks and
they are aflame underground.
truly,
not so tight and stiff.
a dying fire burns in hazed eyes,
I see.
truly,
we are all earthquakes and storms.
loveyourchaos:
Lua // Bright Eyes
We might die...
I smell like three- glorious
The Gift
A lady sat tip toe a tree,
and as her gaze fell,
as did a drop escape.
Ones gazed above,
and drop did splash,
and douse their fire’s free.
The did all lay,
and lids heavy
-as with liquid,
crashed.
A lady- tip toe,
fell.
She stomped and
did wet ‘round her tip toe
with sickly, sweet poison.
She placed hand
and quieted moon’s smile
to present a present to...
wrinkle and bloom
Its green and springs
with young youthful steps.
I meet this fresh wisp
and am struck with a breath.
Addicted to the health now endowed to me.
Anxiety murdered- a gift.
A wrinkle in time- I sift and stand true.
A split second arrives every turn of hand,
where I notice that flash magnified.
Horrors to be toyed with
-yet my gasp is awakened,
and I see a grown tree.
it will all turn.
Two days ago I cried two tears. These tears trickled and turned to plummeting arrows. These arrows twirled and turned to earth. As they fell they scratched and pricked. These arrows grew larger as they fell and they turned. These arrows turned to gnashing and clawing whispers. These whispers became stronger and turned. These whispers turned to bellows. These bellows made my ears bleed and my head...
light
we can all say we have our own moon.
truly, it seems to be ours.
why is it that now I have strength to fix and fight?
you love coke
I will just sink
Im becoming numb in the house of my own bed.
I have merely become a sleeping whisper there.
There is a haze covering all my old acquaintances.
I have a heart in here,
in this hunching and quivering animal,
there is life.
My vitals are fine but the plumbing is dead.
There will be no muster to try and breath under water,
the underwater with no essence of anything.
I will just sink,
sink in...
pure oval
Eventually the core morphs to an egg,
to the very beginning.
The most vital organ will skip to the start,
shrink to a fragile figure.
I know what will happen when my egg falls,
is struck by a problem,
and comes crashing.
I know how it feels when it cracks and slips,
of the top.
I know it will push my now fragile figure down,
ooze over every pore,
haze my eyes,
dry my lips.
The...
everything does not go
the dude sat in the room with the angel and she radiating; and he radiated; their silence radiated. their love pounded of walls.
cold cells
the feeling of whipping smoke into place
-up and around
-in and out
of space and mind.
burning skin to a sting,
pulling and tugging scraps
-to pieces of crisping, flying cells.
rushing reds to the head
and crawling whites up limbs.
these spiders tickle
-irritate
yet become an irresistible parasite
a stirring
-a gnawing of pleasure.
these bugs become a mutualism,
fighting and...
the clog in the drain
sentences can make you feel guilty;
the emotions causing a tension.
a hopeless reactions;
stuttering and silence at once.
someone vitally important;
crucial to belong to.
an individual who creates a benefit;
one you can not respond to.
the silence that you wish to fill;
you must fill and fill.
and overflow.
the sentences pounding to a pop;
a burst to be awaited.
night and day;
the...
[bum]
I thought I felt your shape but I was wrong Really all I felt was falsely strong I held on tight and closed my eyes It was dumb I had no sense of your size I felt your shape and heard you breathing I felt the rise and fall of your chest I felt your fall Your winter snows Your gusty blow Your lava flow I felt it all Your starry night Your lack of light With limp arms I can feel most...
lets go out to see the people
to crave a completely focused competition
a flick and flitter of eyelashes
an act so serene
.
but it soon becomes one’s image that is now focused upon
.
zooming and spacing and composing all surroundings.
to have complete freedom
-one wishes but then pulled to reality
one must snap back and now compose one’s self
.
to be surrounded by people
individuals who now have a full...
rules to the perfect life-a long one...
Dont do anything stupid
Dont smoke-anything
Dont drink alcohol-abuse perscription drugs
Etc.
Now you will have a 50% chance to live to be 100 years old
But we are all fucked