Saturday, February 6, 2016

On the other side of the world



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    Awoken from its slumber, a streak of rebellion, a touch of self-destruction and let’s-see-what-will-happen-when. From a myriad of choices, my feet lead me to the dark alleyway of my choosing, without much resistance, because I don’t really want to… I slide.
   Self-control bows to the victor as I indulge in the familiar thrill that bubbles like water over rapids, formidable, yet I dare you to react, to sharpen, tighten, speed up, to see how far you can push me before my senses implode and I’m in a vacuum, and the wind, the wind, it carries me on cloudy fingers, until black overwrites…
   ...through the movie screen around me, I watch confusion through lifting smoke from fires not yet extinguished.  I see anger, tears and defeat, an empty treasure chest at the end of the rainbow, while I stand motionless, untouched by hand, untouched by emotions, silent and numb from my fall, and I wait for the light to assemble me once again, while the dark moves over to the other side of the world.






Thursday, February 4, 2016

Seamless silence



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Your breath cools my skin while your eyes heat me up with their scorching rays.
Electricity connects, your skin with mine, a churning darkness erupts unstoppable,
its a fierce, demanding reaction, an instinct.
You strike deep and flawless, you feed me your tears, bleed into my being, wash away the debris of lost time,
and we mould for a while into perfect destruction, leaving the nations down below, gasping for their breath...... we collapse into seamless silence.











Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Next Stop: Hell



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We lose sight of our purpose and end up in a Cul-de-Sac.  We confuse responsibility with meaning, mindless distraction with living a dream, and we bleed empty hours to feed another's greed, whereas 8 – 5 should just be the means to reaching fulfillment.  Look at the Xanax face next to you, those racing high-speed through suburban streets, the frantic revelers intent on taking every social drug available to them on a Friday night… I cannot believe that to be anybody’s dream?  But then why are so many people doing it?





Saturday, January 30, 2016

Running with Wolves



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She didn’t have a chance this girl, running with the wolves,
she walked with him to the edge of heaven,
she was lost sitting cross-legged in the rain.

In her mind sang his song, on her body played his fingers,
she burned with him and inflamed the heavens,
they played through the storm of their own creation.

The glass shatters into a million shards filling thunderous skies with ice,
she is whole when she is broken, she is free when confined by him.










Wednesday, January 27, 2016

It's 3am somewhere






Nothing strangles as efficiently

as the noose we tie

around the neck

that is our very own.





Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Scatter my ashes on a rainy day





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  Sunday afternoon’s razor blades are still lying on the table
when Monday morning sharpens its edge
on the rays of sleeplessness piercing its mark,
twisting a thousand images into a barreling truck,
running without brakes on a highway without incline.
  Chaos streams through the streets of my mind,
loose strings hanging everywhere, which will rise and which will fall.
  No. My death will not be slow,
not one of a million unnoticeable moments slipping by.
  No, I will run wild with the stallions unfamiliar to capture,
I will burn until every thought has been fulfilled,
and I will fill your world with my breath, with my touch.
  I hope it rains on the day you scatter my ashes.




Sunday, January 24, 2016

It's been said...



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...it’s been said, if you can hear the quiet at 39 past midnight, feel it, breathe it in,
you can connect with another being,
the one sharing your body, your soul,
   and under oppressive clouds at 40 past noon,
see building clouds and lightning strikes draw near,
you’re destined to meet in the battlefield,
to burn off the compulsion you're breathing in.












Friday, January 22, 2016

Mist the skies for me




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    Rain mists the sky,
deepens every shadow,
silence melts into me,

    the hollow pounding slows,
I’m numb to your absence,
the quiet sets me free.

    Past crashing waves on ancient rocks
you mist the skies with your stinging drops,
keep misting the skies for me.