Are we candle stick makers or are we writers to their light? Are we critics of critics, or authors of our own opinions? – Cheers MM
Are we candle stick makers or are we writers to their light? Are we critics of critics, or authors of our own opinions?
Tattoos and Perfection
Locusts down to the bone on my right shoulder, bees building a lunar lander on my left A laser carved lotus now rests in budah’s hand, Soon trees will turn the gears in the ruins of our fears. May we...
Grifting Abandon
While my responsibility drives, Shouting obscenities at passersbys, I’m in the back seat, window down Air surfing with my hand. I’m ball dancing through a window, With a twist, our cupped hands made fist, We waltz through glass shards shimmering...
Cradle Generation
I’ve spun the marry-go-round hard. Wrapped my legs around the bars, Trusting momentum, back to the air My arms flayed, chest to the sun. Vision blurred, head in the stars. What I haven’t done to feel. We’re the cradle generation,...
Homage to Patriotism
The American Flag hangs over my desk for the first time, It’s wrinkled and missing a few stars. There was a empty pang in my stomach while hanging it. My social awareness of white pride, rural rednecks implied… Last time...
Duality
If I’m to be between The world in my head. And the world as we collectively see it. So be it. I’ve got a barefoot on the one foot, And I’ve a misfit tube sock too tight on the two...
What We’ll Have
I’ve built us a cathedral from sandwich toothpicks, Sipping tea, stuffing soggy envelopes that seal themselves, I sent the mayoed pickles to refugees. ‘sigh’ Forbid they be an aquired taist! For fear my fickle fancys request they send them back...
Notes falling daffidly failing with moments of udder bliss, A mixed concerto of rediscovery, failures and sucess
It just sits there, in the corner. Huntched… curled into a shadow. In a black coffin. In a insane stupor, he cradled it Pieced it back to gather again Its golden body in his arms, Only to let it sing...
Art Inspired Nonsese, Nonsense Inpired Art
Dunking Donut f*ck I can’t remember a time I forgot something that hurt. What’s the best formula for disaster I’m plasterd with a casting line of fish nets Set to suck me into the water wet, Dreams of empty pie...
Doomed to Fly
We connoisseurs of fantasy Who dress in different destinies and dreams How we love to… Imagine. Myself is only tangible With four fingers Clinging to the cliff of identity My mirror, memories And reflections in others eyes One finger fatigued...
Blushing Chaos
Shall we dual with pistols or rapier Chaos? You load my dice and blow on them too! ::Swoon:: How deceptive of you. But you see… I’m too clever for you Chaos. You painted mask for primal law… Excuse for patterns...
"Sometimes I lie just to be myself."
I found this, poem/narrative that I wrote six months ago and in retrospect I think it think it provides some perspective into the feelings I was having at that time. The title to this post is a line from another...
Modisty
I’ve been camping by the ocean for too long. The sand’s cracked my feet and the sun’s too hot. It’s epiphany, not love, that ties me to the bedpost It was my dreams that tightened the knot, I can’t stop....
The Fish of Many Shades of Gray
I am king, Of a pond of perception Just large enough to see my reflection. I decree that someday I will be swallowed whole, And in time I’ll become the sea, And eventually the stars. In the mean time… For...