Something Better
for thereinlies the rub that to curl up and dieand never ask whythe air’s so hubbub but tall grass aloneis always insufficientand thus becomesin and of itself something better Peace/Love m(~_~)m
for thereinlies the rub that to curl up and dieand never ask whythe air’s so hubbub but tall grass aloneis always insufficientand thus becomesin and of itself something better Peace/Love m(~_~)m
on hold todayas if it never wasthe morning buzzagain has found its wayseems that nothing’s truly firm since it did wormthrough some strandedsensorial fuzz became becausebooze biz baz buzz oh demure to be surerightbut they’re all the samewith not exactly tighttheoretical games do understand the allureto deploy and exploitagain without shame no more canno can [...]
i cried all nightwith no clear reason whythis pain hasn’t changedthe laws of physicsbehold my eyes and the body quakesbegging for mercyas gravity rules the now grasping for powerbut to surviverelentlessly realthe what the when and how whatever happenedi don’t rememberand i’m not inclined to try this light before medefines the darknessbut not the chaos [...]
sifting through melike buckshotthis pain does spasmand grind while bones crumbleand tendons binda body becomesimmobile the hopeless criesof each stolen momentring hollow now as one impossible stepbegets anotherand the eternal promiseforgets that shameful destination Love/Peace m(~_~)m
fleetingby any metricand yet universalin ways that defyentropy a striking contrastbetween the tyrannyof specific locationand the borderlessnessof the blind againthis beacon shall burnas all life awaitsits swift returnbut one can never go back it takes a numberto break the nightwhile once againoverand over again such strength of willand mightjust… and thus fulfillthe eternal promise Peace/Love [...]
a measured progression an appearancebetween the unspeakableand a simple matterof taste the event by which all pretensedissolves into shadowleaving only lightto empower what remains and thus confusioncontrols the narrativeno more the usual hubriswill buy whatever fantasyis most comfortablefor the occasion as a matter of course be it oneof playful curiosityor the more likely collection of [...]