February 2012
7 posts
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Falling Apart
The moon is smiling high above I look at her and play with strings, vocals and no words I sing for you, for us for me alone a story of everyone
The moon’s still smiling but with her eyes concealed; I wish, I wish I could see and she could see
But the ripples in the water blur the reflection, dropping pieces of you, of us. The back of a stranger, still I write my goodbye.
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Exile
With you, I only share the space; your space and you have invaded it. I exist in a different bubble; spiky shatters within unbreakable crystal. And trust me, every step hurts as I try to quickly slip away unnoticed, running away from your laughter and painful happiness.
The chains of fingers reaching out for fingers… Why do you let me run away?
Eyes to the ground, head in the hood and suffocating,...
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Making up
I fall in black oblivion, missing the air to pretend I’m just flying. I rush, can’t stop, missing the moments of love, as the black monster eats the crumbs and my way home. It ate the moon and its tears, leaving only a cruel, impious sun that burns my flesh and cannot warm my heart. I run from the nothing, to no destination; I’m lost, and I don’t know how to spell it. Is it too late to cry for the...
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Distracted
Your heart still beats (but how can you know? if your veins are dis- connected…)
But is it for Love or does the brain remind it to like a clock?
Do you live in the Soul or in the network of nerves?
Is your blood pushed into existence or is it flowing running towards l i f e ?
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Better me
I’ll sleep in a river and be washed away. Like the water I’ll become alive, and never twice the same. I’ll become the tears pressing at my eyes and hoping to fall. Please drink me, never forget, and tell me you won’t leave. Your words grasp a better me. My soul is in your eyes. I tore mine out because I couldn’t see. Your hand is my guide. Save me with a caress, or kill me in a blink, just don’t...
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Wishful Wishing
And we will finally come here. I will be leading, making haste. We will finally come here, and you will close the door behind the both of us. I will have already left my bags somewhere, and before you will even have had the time to turn around, I will take you and hold you between my arms, my head above yours, your face pressed against my shoulder. My left shoulder.
You can let your bags fall on...
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(and not me)
I shrink from your gaze pure and yet purely cruel like true beauty.
My shoes running are my applause but like your audience I’ll be crying because of your voice
I love you for being you and I hate you for being you (and not me)
January 2012
14 posts
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Sing
I don’t want to speak unless I’m singing. I think I damned my voice in God’s name. In God’s place. (And god is everywhere I am, looking over me like the brain looks over the heart) I lived in a church and prayed in silence to a dead man.
But now my tears cry. They cry rebellion. My tears cry for water, like a river wants the ocean, even if there are deserts in between. There are always deserts,...
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Complete
You will slip from my hopeless fingers, like water; but why should I keep you in my hands, as if mine and not me? I shall drink you and all your tears before they hit the floor. I shall kiss your smiles until they are my lips, and the Gods will be defeated when I remember you as me.
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Pre-Socratic Philosophy
Pre-Socratic Philosophers looked for the essence of the universe. What is there, underlying all things, just at the heart of the universe? What remains after all has changed, evolved, aged, weathered, withered; when all is destroyed and died and yet the universe remains “alive”?
“That from which is everything that exists and from which it first becomes and into which it is rendered at last, its...