Monday, April 24, 2006

morphine.

he's the lonesome one taking it to try,
for he might mean so well if he took it.

and now he wills in less of the risk;
might this soul be in ending stories..

maybe i resurged the idea of nothing
and morphine makes it better
and so does it nonetheless..

i dont know what it means anymore
but i can hymn a tune just to explain it.

welcome to the confides of pulputating hearts

may you rest in pieces
like shards of broken glass
on a mountain you did not reach its peak.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

stomach.

and there she goes again..

not without a sound or sighting,
yet no worries that my hand would wave goodbye.
no cold floor to lie upon from a hangover,
and no drunk moments that transcend actuality

well, the next beer won't talk too,
or the next cigarette did make me think..
sobriety expectedly seemed like mud writing this;
without the taste of hunger,
without the solemn solitude,
in the vat of consciousness of her disgrace
and phenomena..

soon i feel it creep into lethe,
thus like no other
she will be what i cant ask for more.

(the cello whines quite the soulful impurity)
here it is in peace at the edge of my cerebrum,
it sits still satisfied and unfulfilled,
silent and sacred:
"running wild & running blind
i breathe the body deep
a thousand years beside myself,
i do not sleep.."

of whether my wants or undesire might comprehend,
blessed am i
better than null and void,
a handful and maybe better than some.
perhaps,..is it because
we all have shed a gifted pair of wings?
fate does play a linear and warm trouble

for all i might want to know
simple, plain
sheer bad luck is my sense of comfort.

..and there she goes once more again.
i made a sober choice of being drunk,
now my stomach deviates from the milk
i just drank seven minutes ago.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

short.

you'll never get though
to think
whats going to you
and thats ok
now you've found
god

mind is teleporting
a hyperspace fold beyond
my comprehension

hell hath no fury

i love being drunk
i love unsobriety
tommorow is not a party again
but today

will never be any other day...
its time to sleep