a moment in a half lit worldi'm flickering at the end of your daydream & your conciousnessi'm the perfect lullaby& the perfect morgue serenadelove is one foot out the door& one foot off the edgeat night time youreyes are missing& your fragile words keep spinning underneath broken needleslike lies on repeatdesolate isolation & depravityunderneath dirty sheetsyour lips unapparent, they plungedeeper,darker,obliviousthe days are black & white sheets that blow in my breezeshifting slowly,swaying like ghosts in infinite daylightan infinite daylight that fades slowly with eternal & limited circumstanceyour infinity is bound by my love&
New Dimensions...New Dimensions, Other Worlds, Cumbersome Abstractions... & Finally A Love Story Sometimes people just fall in love with a new dimension In desperate situations, nothing can save you but your own mind I'm looking out my window, drinking a cappuccino, giving each car that drives by a reason that I love you After all, everything resides in the mind, doesn't it? Your feelings, your thoughts, your emotions, your mindset, your choices, your memories your whole world is the neurons & atoms & synapses that make up the grey gooey blob commonly known as the brain Car number 39 skidded on the icy road; crashed into
Apocalyptic Ballet"This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper."-- "The Hollow Men" by T.S. Eliot(Electronic salesman putting fingers & wires in the brain; acid lips opening for calculated, crackling chatter )Mix & match your organs. A nine inch nail for a nose & a superglue grin; frozen masks of shinny hospital plastic. Broken head & broken hymen Used condoms & syringes Buy one coffin, get 50% off the next one!(("Well," she said, "it's taken me this long to acknowledge &comprehend the existence of alternatives to the standard of beauty & code of ethics t
Grey Shines Brighter Than GoldForwards & backwards & forwards & backwards...fold & regather...Dissolve into the mind...Dissolve into dawn...Everything is and is not as it should be. There is no light at the end of the tunnel,and there is no tunnel.There is balance.There is necessity.There are moments when all the pieces come together,and when all the pieces scatter apart.There are moments when we fall togetherand fall apart,and fall back into place again,and glimpse the sun again,and fall apart again,and crawl out of the darkness again,and feel our hearts love agan,and feel our hearts break again,and fail again,and succeed again,