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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Metaphorical Madness!!!

Can some blessed being please tell me what i should name this piece?

Pixies and pygmies
metaphors and similes
black orange sunrise
marred grey leaves

perhaps it was time to say goodbye
shedding mercury tears
but it wasnt me
that was supposed to cry

zeolots pledge
infedility trusts
in my marrow
wisps of rust

im not high
why am i walking on air?
come on out now, self
i know you're there

hairy baldness
on my head
writing it all down
what was that thing i said?

about morning glories
enjoying carnal nights
shivering with lust
their cleansing rites

cracked blankets of autumn
covering smoothed out land
kneeling grey ditches
trying to stand

forests aflame
in the cool nights air
burnt out heart
cower in your lair

trying to make sense
of what you see around
moisture in the dust
sky in the ground

amongst metaphors
and similes
orange black sunsets
marred grey leaves

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

random thoughts

things are better.

finally found myself.
it was strange.
I was so familiar to myself.
But the familiarity was so unknown.
like light in darkness
and you realize it never really was dark.

things are better.

the fact that im hungry
has sated my hunger
because it is for this hunger
that i have hungered.
strangely familiar

so stupid, it might almost be smart....

but i know im not that smart

but what do i know?

"He who knows himself knows God"

Ali....... u there?

i wanna get to know you....

Friday, December 17, 2004

Harmony

Searching for the yin within the yan
and the yan within the yin
and the line that divides the two
blessed with immortal actions
in my mortal hands
yet knowing not what to do

walking the bridge between body and spirit
metamorphing routes winding across stagnant souls
heart and mind are mapped and measured
what then are these gaping holes?

divine balance of black and white
belated lethargy and premature action
stagnation itself has started to change
fiery apathy fighting icy passion

swirling colours blending with age
away from reality, imagination is weaning
same as before, everything bhas changed
what was meaningless has been given meaning