Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Deepest Inquisitions

Broken mirrors are always beautiful

Climb up the stairs, scream YES

Stand still right there, in the middle, call the name

Light up the Christmas tree, it shall be the brightest ever

Chase the shadow until the horizon flips over

Look into the viewfinder, be disappointed by what's shown

Let's all prance along with her, in this fountain full of incomprehensible joy, soaked in blood, and yet remain perfectly unaware

Saturday, December 18, 2010

I Don't Belong

I realized,
It's not as hard as I thought to reach that faux world.
Droplets of liquid, thin lines of crystal, and maybe tablets of heaven
Are all you need. even though there are
So much crying and shouting and punching and sabotaging and stabbing and
Annihilating to be done, and all remains undone.
We have transformed, you have transformed, I have transformed.
Into something that can never be recognized in modern dictionary,
Into someone that can never be identified with a simple label,
Into someone that is just pure disgust and utter obscenity.
Don't doubt the suspicious. Never doubt. Doubt the indubitable. Always doubt.
Drop your forehead, bow to the world, you are there,
In the presence, in the now, in the forever.
No, it's not forever, it's just one second.
One fucking second that you shall remember for the rest of your life. If you have one.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Silent Day


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Le Verbe "Valoir"

Every wound gives a different memory

Every building erects on a different location

Every window sees a different view

Every switch turns on a different light

Every vehicle goes to a different destination

Every chord plays a different sentiment

Every switch opens a different door

Every word has a different meaning

Every finger serves a different use

But the final switch is always the same, and it is not optional.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Je choisirai...

The benefits of traveling:

reading about the great minds, or the fallen minds

celebrating, or mourning, for the existence of human superficiality

cleansing the imperceptible flaws

remaining sedentary; imitating the mindset of lifelessness 

contemplating on how to fill the hardly-ever-hungry stomach

waiting for the moment to cross.

Or accepting that it's just another 79 years of vacation

of continuing the American dream

peeking and welcoming those who enter our lives

and walking the same path, until we hit the same wall, again.

Why don't we ever learn?

"Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible." 

-Marcel Proust

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Raccoon Got Stung in a Bee Square

Two minutes; the concept of time is insignificant

Bitter in sound, the door shuts
Subtle in meaning, the gap lengthens

She asks, the blue or the red pill?

Blink, blink, I start to see heaven in her eyes

50 stars dissipate gradually, one by one, 

 the last two strive to remain taintless and forgiven

Armed in gold and precious stones, but still believe in miracles

Maybe, just maybe, Y as in yes, at least, or Y as in you

I can't see what's in the front, and neither can you
We lie calmly in the stream, inexplicably balanced
against gravity and coming force

Perspectives shift, from far

to near,

too close. Everything else is merely a blur. But I don't care

Here, I offer you a key, but it's up to you to choose which door it unlocks  

I'm staying for the feeling, not for anything else

Beep, 307AM. Time's up dreamer


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