Sunday, July 21, 2013

General uninterestedness

The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens
A depth perception languished in the night
All my life I've been sowing the wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud

Friday, July 19, 2013

Severance pay

I got some troubles
          but they won't last
  I'm gonna lay right down
     here in the grass
               And pretty soon 
     All my troubles will pass
     'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo
     Sugar town


Monday, July 15, 2013

Memo to self

Come to grips with yourself, man. It's all going to be okay.
No. I don't want to. And it's not going to be that way.
You know it will be. It has to be. It can't be like this forever.
You know, that's what scares me the most. Because I've seen that word. Forever. 4ever.
Sigh. Abhas. Don't do this.
You can't stop me.
But I don't want to stop trying.
Yeah. I didn't want to stop trying either.
Okay, let's take another look at the situation.
Sigh. You're not even looking.
I don't want to talk to anyone.
Well I'm right here. And I'm not going. And I'll wait. Because it'll be worth it.
Thanks for being here.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

The end of all hopes and the point of no return

Remember yesterday when I told you to press F9 because that's how things were? Well, such a lie. Sand. In your eyes. I threw it. Duped. And deceived you. It's not fine. It is so not fine.

I'll tell you what's fine. fcuisdfdv23edck goodbye.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Serpents of the morning

A great man once said
there's only two ways to live
one as though everything's a miracle
one as if that is negative

Today a serpent came to me
speaking and draped in orange;
either for the money, or to leave 
goodness at the door-hinge

A great man once left
with good words of advice
believe in the miracles
or just close your eyes

With hesitation and doubt
I pulled out the coin and later a bill
I surrendered reluctant but easy
there is nothing left to take still

What the great man said
should it not be put to test?
Let's stop living in the middle
I decide I'll surrender my rest

He crushed the note in his palm
and promised me panacea,
better living and fulfilled desires
with hints of utopia

A great man once said
there's only two ways to live
one as though everything's a miracle
one as if that is negative

I'll tell myself to believe
I was blessed by a serpent,
speaking and dressed in orange;
because hopes are money well-spent.

Monday, July 08, 2013

Every/No thing

What is it like to feel nothing at all, you ask?
The answer to that lies in an empty mask;
Flavorless hopes,
And in an unmotivated task.

A conquest without a goal;
A peak without a flag;
An empty tank suddenly at 120;
Alone with a lag.

To feel nothing at all is simple
And simple should be good
but this stems from complexity
Such as a person suddenly rude.

Shuffles of meaning at intervals
A minute here, another away,
Just tell me you're here
A little longer, for always to stay

What is it like to feel nothing at all, you ask?
To hear you're growing distant
To turn deaf at the mention of forever
Maybe then you'll be resistant.

Sunday, July 07, 2013

Illustrations of numbers and symbols

Here, we have an illustration of the human heart. Not that well-done, I believe. I drew it, anyway, so don't you tell me what not to believe.

Many people believe the heart looks like a 'less than' symbol to the left of a numeric three, rotated 90º CCW. Maybe not in real life, but that's what they think it looks like graphically, at least.

But then, that sort of heart is for people in love, right? With their heart-goggles fitting perfectly over their heart-shaped pupils – or irides – tuned out and tuned into a better world.

"Better world" – seems like an oxymoron for a second there, doesn't it? But, then, those goggles do wonders. Everything seems beautiful; your unforced smile just takes care of things. And it's no secret that our perception; the way we're seeing things – with those goggles, now – makes that apparent beauty so...there.

And then there's this. A slash in the middle of < and 3. The reality check that no one asks for; the reality check no one needs. What good does this do? Where hearts of numbers and symbols helped climb mountains with feathery ease, this shocker of a realist approach has immediate consequences on the amount of strength and pain it takes to just wake up in the morning. No, they're not positive consequences. They are equivalent to the sudden disappearance of a dominant limb.

Just an invitation to phantom limb pain.

Then, when you look at the bigger picture, elements such as karma and sometimes even fate step in. Nothing happens just for the sake of happening, you know.

But who's going to take care of the continual shortness of breath that happens right now?

Fate, you lazy beast. Karma, you scrumptious little nugget; you blind little worker of order.

Surrender control and wait for things to untwine themselves into, oh would you believe, a better world?

Does that ever happen?

How would I know.