Our perception of what we think is perfect changes.
As we can only live the lives, we call our own.
Only two eyes can take in human daily exchanges,
For more would only bring confusion to his song.
Most can't understand the melodies of a Lucifarian Lullalby
How can a mere human fully understand separation anxiety.
When there exist angels whoes halo viberates with each line
In humbling yet frightening vulnerability.
Moment to moment is unfortunately how most will live human lives
Instead of feeling to feeling,
Monday, May 30, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
mmm...
"My dear boy, no woman is a genius. Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly. Women represent the triumph of matter over mid, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals."
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 4
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 4
Desires
"I knew that I had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself."
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 1
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 1
Oscar Wilde
"The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play."
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 1
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 1
I am a greedy bitch
The breadcrumbs of the pleasure
are meant to be followed by the starved.
Casual touches and confessions
dictates how badly craving hurts.
Pleasure being a fucking tease.
Art making it easy to moan out ballots
and love-
Oh love, you are
an illusion of my desire.
A liar with knack for making me yearn.
A thief that steals my breath
every time it knocks on the door asking,
'Please let me in. It's hot
all I ask is for a small drink.'
A very good liar.
Really love you are asking for something more.
Something more than just a simple sample.
More than a simple pleasure which
I could give
but only in small quantities.
And we both know that will never be enough
for your parched throat and empty tummy.
But any more would be
taking away from the meal that I
plan on feeding myself.
Lucky for the both of us
And I am a greedy bitch.
are meant to be followed by the starved.
Casual touches and confessions
dictates how badly craving hurts.
Pleasure being a fucking tease.
Art making it easy to moan out ballots
and love-
Oh love, you are
an illusion of my desire.
A liar with knack for making me yearn.
A thief that steals my breath
every time it knocks on the door asking,
'Please let me in. It's hot
all I ask is for a small drink.'
A very good liar.
Really love you are asking for something more.
Something more than just a simple sample.
More than a simple pleasure which
I could give
but only in small quantities.
And we both know that will never be enough
for your parched throat and empty tummy.
But any more would be
taking away from the meal that I
plan on feeding myself.
Lucky for the both of us
And I am a greedy bitch.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Anais Nin
Anxiety is loves greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might
when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him, but you
know he will strangle you with his panic.
It makes others feel as you might
when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him, but you
know he will strangle you with his panic.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
In some we see
I have an headache
From sleeping in the sun for
too long.
Trying my hardest to dream my life away
For I am the daughter who longs to
Return to the dark womb
To take the place of her stillborn sister
And have only undeveloped dreams
Of the chilled outside world.
Unaware of demons, gods, angels, saints, and spirits
Unaware of expectations you didn't want
Lover you desperately need
But I am 20 years too late with my request
Said mother because there is no way your getting your
ass back in.
But I was relentless and determined and tired
I ask, well can't you take me in your arms instead?
Let me rest my head against your bare chest
And sway me to sleep?
I still think till this day I broke her heart
She saw herself in my broken sadness.
And saw that she couldn't fix me because
She was fighting, battling, and tossing and turning
herself
The next night mother wore her favorite light blue
nightgown, and went to sleep hanging from the ceiling.
Now I am stuck alone
with 20 years of experiences
20 years of unrest and
20 years of living a still death.
So far only being able to find
3 ultimates trues of life
1. That the most intimate place to kiss a women
is on the Inside of her wrist
In between the creases because
No two lips coming together
Will ever be sacred again
2. Empathy is a weapon
Ignorance is the gun
And the target is man
And I have been walking around
With the biggest fucking target painted red
On my forehead.
3. There are three kinds of insomniacs in the world
Those who won't fall asleep
Those who can't fall asleep
And those who can't stay asleep.
The frustration lay in knowing you
Can and knowing you can't at the same time
From sleeping in the sun for
too long.
Trying my hardest to dream my life away
For I am the daughter who longs to
Return to the dark womb
To take the place of her stillborn sister
And have only undeveloped dreams
Of the chilled outside world.
Unaware of demons, gods, angels, saints, and spirits
Unaware of expectations you didn't want
Lover you desperately need
But I am 20 years too late with my request
Said mother because there is no way your getting your
ass back in.
But I was relentless and determined and tired
I ask, well can't you take me in your arms instead?
Let me rest my head against your bare chest
And sway me to sleep?
I still think till this day I broke her heart
She saw herself in my broken sadness.
And saw that she couldn't fix me because
She was fighting, battling, and tossing and turning
herself
The next night mother wore her favorite light blue
nightgown, and went to sleep hanging from the ceiling.
Now I am stuck alone
with 20 years of experiences
20 years of unrest and
20 years of living a still death.
So far only being able to find
3 ultimates trues of life
1. That the most intimate place to kiss a women
is on the Inside of her wrist
In between the creases because
No two lips coming together
Will ever be sacred again
2. Empathy is a weapon
Ignorance is the gun
And the target is man
And I have been walking around
With the biggest fucking target painted red
On my forehead.
3. There are three kinds of insomniacs in the world
Those who won't fall asleep
Those who can't fall asleep
And those who can't stay asleep.
The frustration lay in knowing you
Can and knowing you can't at the same time
Friday, April 1, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
A bloody relationship
I fill the hollow inside your bones.
And pounding on your ear, till I become known.
Do you feel me run my fingers calmly
along the sides your chambers?
I have no choice but to float
as you force me, pump me, and push me.
Do you feel me behind your eyes
As I see you before mines?
I turn cold inside your shivers.
So please dont feed me too much sugar
and clog up our world with too much
fucking syrup and honey.
And pounding on your ear, till I become known.
Do you feel me run my fingers calmly
along the sides your chambers?
I have no choice but to float
as you force me, pump me, and push me.
Do you feel me behind your eyes
As I see you before mines?
I turn cold inside your shivers.
So please dont feed me too much sugar
and clog up our world with too much
fucking syrup and honey.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The day of the funeral I will get caught in the Rain
The last breath of autumn slid across my skin.
Winter soon after died inside my chest soon after
I transformed into a living grave.
In me was sadness so deep every time I exhale
I was haunted by the memories of happiness.
Joy fled from my solemn body
leaving behind planes of pure mourning.
It is in moments where grief at its highest point
that any small act of kindness makes me cry.
Even a simple ‘Have a nice day’ from the flower-girl,
who has the same name as Mothers,
when she tells me goodbye.
Winter soon after died inside my chest soon after
I transformed into a living grave.
In me was sadness so deep every time I exhale
I was haunted by the memories of happiness.
Joy fled from my solemn body
leaving behind planes of pure mourning.
It is in moments where grief at its highest point
that any small act of kindness makes me cry.
Even a simple ‘Have a nice day’ from the flower-girl,
who has the same name as Mothers,
when she tells me goodbye.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
drugs
Someone get her another line.
As she inhales through crisp 20 bill
the thought of life being a little
complication, justifies the burning
in her nostril.
World please be mine.
It is such a fast rush to know you
love me so much!
She becomes so needed when
we get high together.
Its almost endearing.
But she still wont let me into her
bloodstream as I snort the dust
off the skipping record.
She will only let me dance with her
Foolishly thinking it will protect me.
Its easy to forget to breath
with blood dripping down you lip.
As she inhales through crisp 20 bill
the thought of life being a little
complication, justifies the burning
in her nostril.
World please be mine.
It is such a fast rush to know you
love me so much!
She becomes so needed when
we get high together.
Its almost endearing.
But she still wont let me into her
bloodstream as I snort the dust
off the skipping record.
She will only let me dance with her
Foolishly thinking it will protect me.
Its easy to forget to breath
with blood dripping down you lip.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
This is a picture I did not take of a woman with a baby in her arms and a burping towel on her shoulder, walking up to the side of a vacant, foreclosed home in the middle of a neighborhood hit hard by mortgage fraud, looking up and down the street before turning-on the outdoor spigot at the corner of the house to take a drink with a cupped hand, and then, after wetting the towel, she began to carefully wash her newborn's feet.
