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Saturday, June 27th, 2009
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nothing means anything
so you might as well do it anyways
all the things you worry about
so trivial in your mind
all imagined and holding you back
so do what you like
theres no one watching
theres no one to tell you
youre not good enough
do what you feel
and express yourself openly
to the people, to your thoughts
leave them uncluttered
with the standards
and expectations of the world
be human and do not be afraid
to face the day, as it stares back
and straps you down
feel the art of the city
all those interchanging images
moving and moving,
the wind and the dirt
carrying you
feel its beauty
and discard your paperthin words
as they float toward the heavens
beyond us
and we are left with ourselves
pure and unadulterated
by the pain that is so necessary
to give and receive
hush yourself, and watch and humble
and maybe you can find what i have
that we are no different than the ant on your wall
then the colorful bird who sits and sings on a highwire
than the grass who grows and reaches towards the sun
than the spore who lands and settles and thrives
and for what reason, there is none
all of us, governed by these laws of attraction,
revolving and revolving in this storm of dust
falling and rising and dying and living
it never ends
thus we should lay and let it take us
all those things we think we control
failing from our grasps
and where we are taken is not up to us,
while we sit and wonder and think,
why me? why must I exist?
and you dont know, and that is
the beginning of everything
of being human,
and THAT is beautiful,
more beautiful than anything in the world,
so do not discard this beauty, and hold it
everywhere you go, let it make you feel everything
until life seems pure
and your worries are blown away
and you are truly living,
all your boundaries non-existent
and you will be forever appreciative
of the nothingness
we continue to remain apart of.
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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
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ive got this pain
id like to give to you
so you can hold and wonder
and feel
so you can burn and cringe
and retreat down broken alleys
and feel the broken glass
beneath your feet
so you can rip yourself
out of your skin
for us all to see
i want you to squeeze this pain
until it bursts all over
and scolds your undeserving hands
with redness it will sting
with every touch with every thought
i want it to burn
i want it to save the memory
of that which you have discarded
i want you to see this pain
as it grasps for your heart
and tugs from beneath
until all too soon
it falls on the floor
for all to crush
people lying in
the blood red
making angels
and laughing.
the mighty joy
at this expense.
id like you to sleep with this pain
and wake with it
and wonder what you should do
with it
and take it with you
and show it off
yet it stays and it stays
and so it goes and goes
the truth evades
and you are left
to wonder
what is this
what am i doing here
and you dont know
and it ends
like that.
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Saturday, June 14th, 2008
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nothing ever ends
there is no bulb in the sky
there is no switch on the floor
good night morning, i'm sure
my dreams will be adored
there is no rest in sleep
there are things alive
and wonderful within a
patchy brownness, and
with tumbling admiration
they will strive.
there are no things good enough
there are no places soft enough
to rest your head before the sun,
lest the morning birds who will come,
carry your soul, with a chirp and hum,
now you cannot recall,
at all, where you've come from.
the impossibility of it all.
there are no angels inside my bed
i beckoned them to come to sleep
but have ascended the skies instead
there are no demons outside my window,
vanquished by a newborn light
shot and ripped with clarity,
'twas hardly a fight.
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