For the past three years, I pandered my energy with submission to pranks and large bass from muffled speakers. I went Gonzo in the crowd, but never made myself scribble down my prophetic speeches. Many a gospel spoke from the distant closeness of a dance-floor or from a temple of Healing, dimensionally speaking, from the… Continue reading Gonzo with the Wind
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Out from Under the Boardwalk
Out from Under the Boardwalk If you said that you could hear my voice speaking through the seagulls at the beach, I would believe you. I’d tell you that if you stand in the right place at a specific time, Like say, When the crows fly home, You could forever embrace the talk of my… Continue reading Out from Under the Boardwalk
Oh, Tweeze!
Fidgety is not something I am, It is something I hold, I act as if this timber’s got a mould— as if I am so unconveniently tame, as if I get chopped down and told to behave, as if my page rages from the left of the right, as if the morning wakes up to… Continue reading Oh, Tweeze!
da Capo.
Something interesting happened tonight; I forgave myself for all those missteps, mistakes, misshapen moments. I forgave myself for looking twice before crossing the road, then three times, then an even dozen. I forgave myself for over-watching my own human-bound figure with such over-powering precision of intensity that at times, I lacked ability to move. I… Continue reading da Capo.
Phantom, Pt. III
I woke up from the dream-boat, The one that held only me and you, But when I woke up, I did not wake up next to revelation, Nor did I wake up to you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I was asleep in a bed, disguised as a casket. It was filled with my lame attempts to stay grounded–—… Continue reading Phantom, Pt. III
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FLOWERETTE
FLOWERETTE Artlessness, it remains at the beginning of the road, with aspirations of hope, making me reach further, my small arm could extend; The concoctions engraved in my young mind were potions resulting in different fates. Everything began to brighten, my needs dwindled to that of a picturesque thread, and conversating got filed away as… Continue reading FLOWERETTE
PART EIGHT
On the notion of illusion, I don’t speak of fact, I speak of Truth in algorithms of math. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I face the Wind that howls with me and whisper my Blues to be printed as Free. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ To surf with the echoes in the meadow, you see, would be genuine visions of gumdrops on trees.… Continue reading PART EIGHT
October
Watch now, Watch Free, View me explode. Tune in, Turn out, And prepare to reload. Create space between your fingers and grasp for the group, Don’t mention the colors you obtain for proof. Lie there, Lie still, Countless suspects foot the bill. Running red, The negativity spreads, The house becomes drenched in one, tiny threat.… Continue reading October
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