February 2012
23 posts
Dear guitar,
thanks for being patient with me.
my fingers fumble feebly on your frets.
I’m jealous of the others.
they have game to make you proud of your strings.
Dear guitar
thanks for coming home with me.
the virgin nerd.
Your acceptance now a song.
She's the clan Wanamaker
I thought wild meant wild and didn’t.
isle tension boils where guile rides wild and the drunken scene looks different tonight.
I can’t stop seeing your mote.
Life dances where the heat circles in the heart
And the sea breathes it’s song
Joy leaves no side untouched
sorrow no one unaccounted
Fear and Love are mutually exclusive
in eagle rock On a numbered avenue
I’m wearing red flannel in a black Prius with Florida plates
I won’t make the same mistake this time
“A good man is hard to find”
if they’re good looking
- they are easy prey, I don’t eat meat.
Seems every one is hungry these days.
Merrily moral imperatives out the window and down the stream.
I quite like it. It’s the same as it ever was, just...
I almost forgot
reading wizard thinking of how to dance the lyrics to a song he called late and I didn’t sound awake I called early and he was sleeping one lonely dove who wants to be alone till all the world can see how we are here together It’s too late go back a day there is going to be a chance take it back Again
Saturday you’ve got mystery
I found a lost vampire on Vermont
He sleeps though
I cannot.
Saturday you’ve got possibility
Chinatown downtown and now two for the price of one.
now you’ve gone and done it Saturday, you’re enterprising and
made a fool of everyone.
Your night isn’t here yet but you’re already looking under Sunday’s skirt.
sirens sirens
not the pretty kind
and twinkling lights for miles.
the cars like water rushing in and out
the sky dark pollution of brightness
how many stars are we missing from here and do they feel abandoned?
handsome actors in this angel city do.
missing mothers reflected in every rejection like the cruelest mirror.
attempting without instinct to remain cool.
broken legs and scrambled eggs.
feast of...
Happy Birthday
beloved stranger
young and dancing to the oldies
bring us out in the name of free gods and raw love
analyze anarchy
make an intelligent mess
who cares
nothing is wasted on you
save yourself
Four seasons
Green light
One long and weary lane
Makes the sweeter case a bland farce
I left there a record of the future
Perfect questions with bright side answers
Perspective perspective introspective perception
I have to get out of the car
In love
matters
the heart
Matters
In love
The heart
Matters
In love
matters
The heart
Matters
What matters is love
Here comes tonight
It could be a dream, it could be a fight
Wears mysteries kiss and yesterday’s plight
and the jawline of an earth stained beast
Celestial lap dance
Preen and claw through stars now dust
Here comes tonight
it was an accident
If there ever was a real moment between us, it was an accident
we’d of had to have known what real was for it to be real
you became less and less present the closer we got
I became less and less aware the further you went
grateful we agreed to never again
forever’s better anyway
West again
left the snow for a desert rose
limes and flowers succulent -
A hilly hill, a parsnip snipped
descent decent proposal.
The fearful fool learned this about love today,
It is infinite.
the wash of trees vanish
With the story of goodbye.
SORROW
There’s an app for that
It’s free
You download it when a child learns her first words
or when you return home after a long journey
or when a friend smiles for a kindness you bestowed
or when you hear I love you from the right person.
25 in an elevator
Dance monkey for no money
“The music looked good”
People say the darnedest things
“Pull the fire escape”
Walking fast now narrow sidewalk
I love that she smoking
It’s Thursday in every town tonight
Now off to see the kills
Rare minerals
For first names
and weather channel blues
I skipped on a bruised heel all day
And now you ask for a dance
Anything to stop the inevitable
questions to answer slowly
till they come like lost choreography
enchanting predictable jest
New York you learn to run
before you crawl
And it’s so damn beautiful
Instant rush - what about north carolina ¿
It’s warm here
That’s what
The train waited for too long at eighth street
I’ve lost track of time Already-
Derailed
first thing I wake up
And then the street starts the adventure over again.
help me help you
I already said yes to never again
break open you’re heart
nothing left to lose but fear itself
the canopy of worry leaves no room for light
safer in an all white room made of pillows
don’t listen to everyone else they don’t see you
they see the you they want you to be
just keep moving forward by not looking back
and embrace loneliness
you’ll fall in love faster
I have a friend
let’s call her Penny, who told me a wild story about her childhood imaginary friend Emma Jean. She was as real as anyone else to Penny. She could actually see her. No one else could which made it awkward at school. Emma Jean told her when she was 12 that she had to become invisible to Penny to help teach her about death. She told her when people die they don’t really ever leave, they...
leveling off for now.
askew reproduction
marionette show feels different,
I can’t see the strings.
missing ignorance and loathing responsibility-
big city provincial.
tomorrow will be different,
Overnight,
it will be today.
Love you
So you stay warm by suiting up in more armor than the rest of us,
Your chest like a furnace of arsenic,
Love drug time capsule.
No way out of heretic coward mode,
I hope having fucked me gets you laid.
Please forget me. Love you.
dead flowers/gloomy orange peels
I can’t remember the last time we spoke openly
shaved ice and funnel cakes
you’re wearing the same hat
just changed your head
raisin’s and cane sugar
that’s a nasty scar spell check my name at the door
there’s bound to be better off shoots of thought
purging till they surface, foolish but authentic
not here to prove anything
just following orders
listen to see what
gives
up to hold on longer
bells singing praises and pulling the past forward
fast moment where we headed?
moving like we’re on the run
silk stocking vigilante
the road looks like water
1/31/12
11:59pm EST
on the last day of the first month
of an outstanding year.
11 more months to break through the glass prism like a prisoner dancing on the outside.
3 hundred and 34 days left to ponder the bending of the light till it’s just right.
And every second of every minute left to dream.
January 2012
31 posts
liberty logic is laughable
you can’t compartmentalize freedom
happily riding skinny messages
looking for meaning in one syllable words
hold on to narrow escapes and wide roads
treasure the little moments where big things happen
Accept loneliness as mandatory
leave friends guessing
Happy Monday Weirdo
it's not a friendship it's a hardship
the sky is falling
horizon ripped skirt
good thing it reached the ocean
before hitting earth
Every day
I do
a little more
Everyday dominos
Love
perfect and insecure
Every day attack
Sweetest cruelty
broken sleep
half the day, half awake
it never moved at normal pace.
here I go
to race towards
the arms of sleep’s embrace.
your inbox is full
wake up
I need you more than everybody else.
wake up
so you can think about the ways I dream about you.
wake up
I know you never sleep.
January 25th, 2012
The power that comes from each of us, especially when living to true intention, eviscerates doubt.
January 24th 2012
Community is ignited by your personal best.
Agreed intended positive projection, and collective imagery by a group, intensifies the certainty of manifestation.
Personal and true purpose requires nothing of you except your recognition that, if we can believe it, we’ll begin to see it, and then it will be.
Light beams from your acquiescent admission just as vibrant.
January 23rd, 2012
Monday Blues
Tuesday is angry
Sunday knows that Monday always acts this way at week’s front
tonight,
was a surprise.
cause like every other day,
I didn’t think it would end this way.
better
voice of reason left alone
chance meetings don’t exist when women and men are running wild
in the memories of fish.
and I’m still not sure what name to give this feeling,
everyone else uses the same one.
a listener is watching this confusion and trying to help
I have never known a sweeter uncertainty.
Friday
Is the new Monday
program
for human and angel self.
different approaches.
human self will do better without shame.
allowances include:
Love,
art,
music,
sex,
wine,
travel,
rich food,
kindness,
fetish,
beauty,
acceptance
and reckless pleasure.
angel self allowances include:
Love,
truth,
silence,
spirit,
meditation,
commitment,
fasting,
purpose,
honesty,
reflection,
empathy,
and...
weak
strategic necessity.
honest to goodness punching and kissing.
weak
scream whispering betrayal.
righteous and vicious, violently so.
looking for the castle viking,
crowned with rage and laughter,
obligation and disappointment.
this is what I meant.
vulnerable is not the same animal.
Kindling
heart afire
welcome home
wishing and desire
no more can you hope
optional
you can choose to give or not.
while you think about it,
you are receiving.
nature is certain of circles.
and whether conscious or not,
you are already giving in some capacity too.
you’re gift might be serving as a ‘bad example’.
consciously giving makes the circle turn faster.
while time stands still in the core, the eye, of love.
keepsake.
Over the needle the widow maker.
Bastard Doberman finch belly up, I project and you fill in the blanks
Over the roof the widow’s walk.
“I can’t promise you anything save respect and, while we dance you have nothing to be afraid of,
Overview the widow’s peak.
When our song is over, let’s break every f*cking promise I ever didn’t...
Whip-poor-will →
listening to colors today,
the loneliest melody grey.
poor Will,
like dorian,
powerless, beautiful…
whippoorwill louder still
add black and brown the sound too shrill,
The day begins after sunset.
Thirteen
sexy number.
frightening, interesting,
provocative.
the fact that the 14th floor is actually the 13th doesn’t seem to faze superstition.
Yet another triumph.
I knew a wonderful woman, pure and kind born on the 13th day.
I will never forget her.
harmony
discordant.
drink more water,
don’t mock the clock,
wear simple clothing,
choose folly.
Lochlark
I don’t fall in love easily
I fall in love often
Sparrow heart beats the fastest - lark-
And a misnomer counts another fool
Cree Eyed /merrymaking unrivaled -
A sure thing -
The latest lisp on the youngest, cutest girl
And a mad dash for amber hues
The lack of blues making me feel fake amidst the tranquil yellows
Like a loch ness waiting for it’s bolt lock.
Or a keen...
keep reminding me why I can’t.
I’m distracted by magical thinking.
yesterday I took a visa picture.
you never know.
tomorrow I plan to have no plans.
it could be epic.
I’m promptly late for tonight.
I don’t want to rush perfect.
keep reminding me why I can’t.
So I can ignore you.
Coney Island
they left the Farris wheel
quiet wakes the silence crashing.
rise, fall, looting the city’s dead cousin town.
in the eyes of the perpetually discontent- amused whispers .
A lost and found hope chest inconsolable.
isolate together
sewing warm lines out of frigid angles, calls from the supernatural boring.
disappeared in this projection, nothing compares.
a cat eye glimpse into perfect longing.
from the house we’ll never make.
home again and well put together.
hot mess beginning to grasp the end.
No words today.
You said goodbye while I was still asleep. I love it when you wear converse.
No time to miss your silhouette.
what part
is cherokee.
will wear that.
but only for you.
early.
and then for everyone else.
forever.
We are ALL sharing the same breath.
the same space.
the same time.
the same everything.
the same nothing.
We are energetic purposeful beings.
looking for significance.
camaraderie.
acceptance.
LOVE.
We are manifest futurists.
We have free will.
We are conduits of unlimited power.
sisters of kindness.
brothers of mercy.
We are a canvas of sky so wide,
horizon and view from other planets glow with the...