Wordjunk

There can’t be glue 

between the flier

and the wall

it sticks with an adhesive

all it’s own.

Read between the lines

see the words that have enraptured you

so

it’s like technicolor snow

doesn’t make sense

but you’ll watch it

anyways

I always knew you would

be the one to turn this

sentence around

talk your way out 

of our final freedom.

This pen fits just like a glove

around your hand

a little tight

okay

We’ll start again

some other day.

Write this down so you

will never forget

the promises you make

the terror is inside you

but your love is much stronger

than all these cobwebs

holding up your corpse.

Wordjunk 

falls back in the bin

again

and again

crimple crumple

rumple dump

Just another

writers slump

Keep telling yourself

this is what you want

Keep on going

no matter what. 

Hold it together

and fuck this up. 

Life in the Hour Glass


The patient feed off of the salt of anticipation

Listening and waiting

For a phrase

To let them in.

Sometimes I still walk

These flats

Licking at the earth

Head down

Beneath this glaring sun

Mouth dry,

Brow wet.

The path we travel

Is fools-gold,

The burden we carry

Is a mighty load.

Serving forever in this kingdom of sand

Our castles crumble

With the dissolution of the land.

We patient subjects

Ambling through lifetimes of regret

Keep listening, waiting

But our paths are constantly beset.

Love does not exist

Here in the desert

Hate breeds in the dunes

Settling with the dust

And in calloused hands,

Or in red, tearful eyes.


When will we tire of waiting?
When will the lion be slain
And peace reign?

Until then we keep drifting

Searching for

Our lost lamb

Shepherds of time

We stay our hands… 

Traveler

One million shards of glass lodged in time,

I can feel the diamonds embedded in my mind.

Take me higher,

higher still,

past the heavens, past the stars.

Lay me down on the moon,

let her craters cradle me.

I am a traveler

Crossing over distant lands.

I’ve been grounded there too long,

Singin’ those old songs.

I want to write you a letter, but my well has run dry.

Take the blood from my veins just to fill my quill.

I’m an astronaut now, I’m a hero now.

I’m a vagabond now, I’m someone’s villain now.

Tell me you’re alright. Just blink your light

from the ground. I’ll spot you from above,

let your beam reflect off my eye,

glassy,

and blue yonder.

I’ll know you’re still there.

Doesn’t seem there’s an end to this road,

but it’s taking me somewhere,

maybe far away from you.

I want to write you a letter, but these veins have run dry.

Take the darkness from space just to fill my quill. 

One hundred million shards of me lodged in you,

can you see my diamonds in your eyes?

I can see yours in mine. 

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Since I was very young…

I’ve felt the most important gift you can give someone was your love. As I’ve matured and have become victim to rejection and defeat part of that notion became much more abstract to me. Was love a gift you could give someone? Does just saying you love someone the same as knowing you love someone? How do you know? This was something that confused me and and tormented me, even to the point of paranoia that I was taking people and relationships for granted (I suppose I still am to an extent) but I think it comes down to acceptance. If you just accept you love someone you don’t have an excuse to hate them. In the pain and bitterness of my rejection my mind reasoned that since I could not love someone with all my heart, I could at least hate them with it instead. My emotions were so strong that I simply could not be satisfied with doing nothing - I had to transfer those emotions negatively toward the person who did not accept my love.

You must accept that you love someone, better yet, you must accept that you just love. Then you can hate, or feel angry, but let it subside and know that you only feel this way because you care so much. All sadness and hatred stems from love. When we are deprived love we lash out or submit to failure and depression. That is why love is the greatest gift you can give someone and why you must always keep it their on reserve for someone because you never know when they may need it some day. They may not need your love now, but they will certainly never require you wrath.

Bored…

but I don’t want to sleep. Story of my life it seems.

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Here let me recommend some books to you Tumblr…

If you’re looking for stuff to read here are some favorite books of mine that I read along with a nifty rating alongside!!

- House of Leaves by Mark. Z. Danielewski (***) This book is strange. It’s very long too, so if you read it, make sure you have lots of spare time. It’s basically about this dude who goes crazy reading this manuscript by an old guy for a movie about some other guy who finds an alternate dimension inside his house. It’s full of weird footnotes and appendices and other cool visuals. If you’re up for a challenging but fun book, read this. It only gets three stars because it can be very overwhelming and easy to get lost if you put it down and pick it up after a while

- Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (****) This is definitely one of my favorite books. It’s Absurdist humor at it’s best and is also very touching. Catch-22 is about an air-base during WWII outside of Italy and follows the misadventures of a slacker pilot named Yossarian. He does all he can to get out of the war, but the minimum requirement of runs he must do always goes up each and every time he becomes eligible for discharge. This book is excellent at pointing out abuse of power and conformity from authority. It’s a decent length too, but you’ll find it hard to put down. There’s a character named Major Major Major Major. That’s how ridiculous this book is.

(Secondary recommendation: If you really enjoy this book I recommend reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Another tragic and funny novel and it’s shorter)

- As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner (***1/2) Another book where characters go crazy (I guess that’s theme of this post) it tells the tale of the Bundren family as they move their dead mother across the south to her grave. It tells the tale from the perspective of different characters. There is no one specific narrator, although many times it is through the point of view from a couple central characters. When I first read this I was really apprehensive because it was set in the south and the language was a little hard to decipher since Faulkner wrote it in “stream of consciousness”, which basically means the narrators tell what happens as if they’re thinking it in their own minds. But by about half-way through the book it began to grow on me and I started to really love the characters which are all so different and have their own style of narrating. Because of this they all have their own biases as well and you can’t rely on any one narrator. In fact the book has quite the twist in it. If you aren’t sure about AILD when you start it, just keep reading (the books is under 500 pages) and it may start to intrigue you. My only complaint would be the beginning is rather weak since you don’t know any of the characters and it can be confusing.

Happy reading!

You believe the world’s 12 thousand years old? “That’s right.” Okay I got one word to ask you, a one word question, ready? “Uh huh.” Dinosaurs. You know the world’s 12 thousand years old and dinosaurs existed, they existed in that time, you’d think it would have been mentioned in the fucking Bible at some point. “And lo Jesus and the disciples walked to Nazareth. But the trail was blocked by a giant brontosaurus…with a splinter in his paw. And O the disciples did run a shriekin’: ‘What a big fucking lizard, Lord!’ But Jesus was unafraid and he took the splinter from the brontosaurus’s paw and the big lizard became his friend.

—Bill Hicks

I was going to put one of his more serious quotes, but I couldn’t resist the image of Jesus befriending a dinosaur.

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This is recently released aerial footage of Brazilian tribes that have never had contact with the outside world.  It’s really incredible, and I can’t stop reading about it.

This is pretty amazing.

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