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.
There.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Silent Day





















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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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