Tag: love

  Get out of here. You, a wild thing, not bred for the civil lands. Callous in pleasant company. You seek the wind for your sole guidance. Decrying the wisdom of men, ridiculing their refinements, and eschewing their institutions. You, of muddy birth and sundry education, but eyes that gleam like ice, or fire, depending … Continue reading Warning to a Wildman →

  Figure in the absinthe dark. Green light exuding form some unknown source. You, in your underwear, hair tied back, skin shining with sweat. A quick glace over your shoulder, as you step into the bathroom. I realize that I am still dreaming. Or am I? I feel like I am in my own skin. … Continue reading Absinthe Dark →

  Past aside. Vernal procession still a horizon away. Mouth full of questions where used to be curses like shattered glass. Polarity opposing. Pupils dilated to let in this black and purple sky. Firmament covered in bruises, inflicting the desire to trade an ego for an avatar. Hands reach up to feel facial features worn … Continue reading Ego for an Avatar →

  High wire. Up above the heads of circus-kind. Acrobats and flying trapeze, life on the line. The feeling of falling is replaced by the thrill of flight. Up on the high wire, one line left of life. Posture straight and eyes ahead. All eyes on life and death. Balance wavers as the mind wanders. … Continue reading High Wire →

  There are no old times only a slow ride down to the end of the road. Way past my home time I’m getting told I’m too young in mind and my body’s too old. They say “Stop dreaming” like I haven’t been hearing those words in my ears my whole life. All that I’m … Continue reading Pinned Down →

  Words are only words. I need to reach out with my hands and tell you, show you what I mean. After all, aren’t we engaged in more than just communication? Building reality occasionally means you must pick up a hammer and nails. The pen can write a song, can inspire the heart of nations, … Continue reading These Hands →

  This place is not real, but what it does to us leaves marks, and scars, and changes us in ways we cannot see. A lion in captivity is not a lion, at least not like any lion on the African plain. We’ve become surrogate. No longer true to whom, or what we are. But … Continue reading Wild →

  Tune out. Placing myself somewhere else. I cannot dwell here, in Hell, Dear. Playing the hand I was dealt. Waited a long time for this world to show its cards. Made a few bad plays. It didn’t have to be this hard. Now, I am stepping out on the game. Take the pot and … Continue reading Straight Flush →

  It becomes hard to hear yourself above the constant hum. Brain wavelengths, static of a distant drum beathing an infectious tune into the spaces where we used to commune with the natural. An interference world becomes a barrier to our calling. Just video of trees, muted to ignore the falling. Step onto the ground … Continue reading Interference World →

  The walls are wearing thin. I can hear the neighbors. Listen to them talk, and fight, and fuck. Every word. Verbatim. Used to be so quiet here. No one around except us and our dreams and petty problems. Seems like the world showed up and moved in next door. I’d call the landlord and … Continue reading The Neighbors →

  Both sides in this war have angels. Both sides in this war have kings. Both sides in this war have heroes. Both sides will say anything. To break their foe and watch them suffer. Victory at any cost. No thought to what happens after, or how many lives are lost.   Both sides in … Continue reading This War →

  Give every word, not holding back one little thing. Give every breath, not seeking to conserve. Spend every effort, not even looking for a pause. Just want to make this dream come true. They gave us sawdust and called it “Wood.” They gave us stardust and called it “God.” They gave us ashes and … Continue reading One More Day →

  “Would you change for me?” “No.” “Would you change for you?” “No.” Have I really changed for you in any way that I didn’t want to? I don’t understand you. I don’t understand us. I don’t even understand myself, but I’ll be sure to ascribe some higher moral motivation to my rationale and my … Continue reading Bound in Binary →

  Insane place. Insane pace. The kingdom of the beaten down. Hope rides a long mortuary train and Faith lingers hesitantly on the threshold. How much more could we give to our sin? Could we give everything? Joy is a nation state, seized and conquered, or a fool’s proclamation. Driven to and fro. Birth, to … Continue reading Departures →