My Oasis


Everything i touch
turns gold to flame

everything i say backfires
everything i do melts

i've told every lie
to unmask the truth
to keep quiet

i've built a ship of fifty rowers
on the most peaceful sea

and i go nowhere in particular
always to what seems like shore
to her my oasis

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free to roam

On a winter evening that won't bloom
when movement lingers across the bridge
in a shelter deserted by wind
outside a place that lingers in your chest

anchored by your body
you see as far as the seas

and as you take the world with you back to shore
alone you'll be no more

free to Rome, and east across this Aegean man

On the first of january

I only wish i had given her what she wanted.
but this time
there are many more nights to come

the sun hasn't set
and i can't foresee
that it should
anytime soon

I thought perhaps she would have held me close to her forever
but instead so far i've gotten more

what to do with these millions
i bathe in riches
and what have i done to deserve it?
i hope not to find out for some time to come

It seems to come just so naturally to her
a whirlwind passes through her like over a pretty prairie meadow
no clumps and dead ends between buildings
and tremendous wastelands,
no maddening boundaries forcing the eye to see further than it was ever intended to.
never a sewer to sap the energy and drain the muck.

altogether and one whole thought,
molded in such a beautiful wavy and deep rhythmic flow of sound enveloped in sweet forgiving air..
without even the purpose to heal those of us fortunate enough to receive its nostalgic currents here in the city.

Quote of the day:
"She could see my penis in my eyes"
-AK47

De beneficis


Forget what you know
you think you know
And what you know you know
or at least think

be nothing
which wants

sit down beside me,
see nothing
of the rolling hill or the tree here
silent over the warm evening

let your mouth release you
i am on guard
and so is our tree

exhale your remembrance
there is no country

what you have built is yours to keep
or yours to give

Authority, the subject, and humanity
or
You me and the family


I have not forgotten my family. They are my past. They are more, I concur. But they are my past, and I am but me.
I can care for them while looking to be them in some way as they see me. But they can't, for they are more than they. And for this divine way of life, I cannot forgo my past.
I have lived enough.
I can bask till I die on the wonders of my life. It was celestial. And 'till I am spent, I will suffer for my nostalgia, for inhaling the sweet smell of memories.

It is for the love I felt I am compelled to re-live that I will do as I do. And see of it what you will. It is something that neither of us can corroborate alone. We are one.

Go for me


Oh my
i can't tell
whether i want
or whether i want you from want

i'm sorry it can't be otherwise
i'd rather just have
but till then, may i obtain all i want
to prove that all i 'd desired
was you

failure is the only measure of passion
i hope you can believe this
since that's all ive' got
going for me

A song


Good night folks
good luck in all your worthless endeavours

may you live to be a hundred
and may you live to regret it

to your health till then
success to you all
sincerely,
fuck you

I had imagined it would have been much colder than it is now. Perhaps the weather has nothing to do with whether i shiver. I would wager tonight that something else keeps me from feeling as though i'm falling to no ends in a cold and damp place where there is too little room to stretch.
The truth of the matter is that i'm kept from freezing by a people. Persons... but tonight, just one.

you know you've succeeded
when you are no longer blind
to the passion of others

fragrance of friendship
grote of cummunal existence
inexperienced awaiting for dominion

well to hell with it,
heaven is here on earth
in my home with these strangers i love

say just one thing to me tonight
that i have nothing to lose
and that you are flesh and blood

My Oasis


Everything i touch
turns gold to flame

everything i say backfires
everything i do melts

i've told every lie
to unmask the truth
to keep quiet

i've built a ship of fifty rowers
on the most peaceful sea

and i go nowhere in particular
always to what seems like shore
to her my oasis

Tumor torpor terror
fright frigid tepid blunder
fuck material and love lust blight
bethrotle and undoing beneath street-level
forget all intentions and flee from bargain basements
nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing

October 28th 2008, the first snow of the year

incessant rivers of flood
drain my thoughts
from here to there
as the first fall of snow
hails down like mud my my sorrowful head

On self-esteem

If you refuse to be startled by your reflection
She will come to be and turn on you

Be forewarned, for the mirror does not forgive
inversion is what it slumbers for

Try to understand,
these days, insomnia is rampant
in the world of magic

and the best you could do
is give your mirror a break
don't worry, it's only bad luck when it's by mistake

Betrayed by perpetuity once more
she defends herself still with reason
we hear arguments when all she is saying
is that it hurts

ouch
- NO! YOU'RE WRONG

pretty but mistaken
perhaps i can show her the way
but is she worth it

...she knows it
but what can she do
in this she finds beauty
and sweeter desertion

at least one can rest in peace
knowing he won't regret the right thing
angry at her, he won't despair the world
and perhaps a tortured woman will one day
see salvation in this one man's disability
and perhaps she will be moved by his music too
as you once were

who knows, maybe at the end of the day you're wrong
in which case it wouldn't be such a trick to slash my tyres
pre-emptively

slow me down
please
slow me down please
bring me to a halt
blindfold me and turn me around
ask me to count and have me find you through your mind
across the woods and under the overpass across town in some temple of exertion

and let me find you again and again
no matter what you do, if finding you will resound the world's processes clear as crystal

is a find


she is my half
to have her
is to have

i long
and she does
tell who she sees
she is my third

wrong
she is

but only by a fraction
for she somewhat is
all that i wish
to be

the long and short of it is
that she'll never be mine
as long as i mind
endlessly seeking fragments
of this jewel she is, quite the find