The Knife

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Once beyond reason, desperation takes over

I am lost
I am thinking that the edge of my power as a human has been reached.
Logic you've been fun while you lasted but you got me nowhere.
In a desperate state, I desire to exsist.
I am finite
I wish to be more.
I cry out, for "the other".

Cornwall and Brady

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ho ho ho and all the reindeers' men

Pick one petal or two it doesn't bother me......not that you cared anyway, but just know it doesn't bother me
Give me your love, your love.
squelsh the reprocutions and make sure that you can do everything within your power to unleash this gizmo. or do dad.
So I said alright whatever you say, fyi, which what he said mattered very little if you must know, ,which you must know or you would be doing something else. yeah......bblbblllllaaaaahhhhhhhhh bbboboooooyyyyyyyy

custard flavored kisses

hello....yes to you IT says hello.
respond yes?
no.
ok.
does a response matter?
if you didn't respond to IT,
would IT matter?
Maybe so,
IT will go as soon as you stop looking.
IT will stop being once you forget.
IT will wonder these things till IT can't anymore.

dreams always end awake

drifting off ever so slightly deeper and deeper
washed away identity, came out free.
changed things in a way I can't remember.

Best quess out of 100

It will ask you why you walked away.
And you'll say something to spare the truth, and it's feelings.
Thank you sssssooooooo much.
Without you it still breaths, but more labored.
I hope this was not in vain,
but don't we all.
Grusome task this becomes,
untangling what we've become intangled.
Once the hacking starts,
the blood will not stop,
until it's gone, along with memory.

F R O M T H I S A N G L E

words

word
world
wonder
wander
wow
mom
moment
monumental
monstrosity
the sum of all = infinity
the sum of none = infinity
we are all
michael jackson
it's in the mind......if you still have one........I pray you lost it.

Hit it with a hammer

Fade out, you. you mysterious phantom, fade out.
Slither up the mountain to reclaim your kingdom.
your broken people wait, in anticipation.
Film, clear surrounds this moment.
It is present, fully.
Sped out through the jungle to get a message.
After it was received, we all fell off of our precious high tower,
Never to be heard from again..........but i knew from the beginning.

Movement

Tomorrow I will be born,
falling from the sky faster than a speeding bullet.
unaware.
propelled by a force greater than the some of the imaginations.
innocent.
in one direction........down,
tainted.
until in a split second,
confused.
nay less than a split second,
hopeful.
this birth will end.
indifferent.
when down becomes irrelevant,
tomorrow I will be born..............

Tragic Flight

Sept. 4, 1961. Chicago Airport. My plane leaves at 2:20pm. My life ends today........Yes, that's right Herb Albert.......No...but I do get that all the time. My flight will land in Madrid, Spain in aprox. 10 hours. God I miss them already, if they only knew.....it's better this way, better that they don't know. Her voice is getting more distant now not as loud as it used to be. Still, I don't think I'll ever be well again. Don't listen to people that say, "At least I have my health", that's not the half of it. Tomorrow I'll try to forget about Dan Sawyer, his wife, his kids, his mistakes......I love airports, there's something about them, the people different races, cultures, creeds........priests, monks, thieves.........murders, all coming to this place...crazy! Got 20 min till my plane leaves, finish my Jack on the rocks, quick bathroom break, and I'm sitting in coach. Excuse me miss could I get a Jack and Coke.........Thanks. Bottoms up, to the loneliest flight of my life.

Sea weed

Nobody's hurting.
Everyone's to busy, and stoned.
The insect licked it's lips on the last drop of our blood.
Running, running trying to catch up.
Where did it go?
Am I bleeding?
I didn't feel a thing.
Almost there,
and if I was why would I go on?
Dark night is familiar.
It brings no dreams.
It hunts.
Day after day,
it patiently waits.
To swallow it's prey in the abyss of never ending sleep.

Crack in the window

Changed the sheets and wiped down the bathroom. Make sure no ones the wiser. Tell my wife and kids I love them dearly and I'm off. This drive north is long, bearable if it's just yourself taking the trip. Stopped for gas in a small town next to a lake. The smell of the water reminds me when times were simpler, when life was.......I hear her voice again. I tell myself it's the wind, but I know it's her. This coffee taste like shit. I chuckle, it's what a bastard like me deserves, burnt coffee. After taking a pebble out of my shoe, I'm back on the road, windows down, and a pit in my stomach. Wonder if it's the coffee? I doubt it.

self annihilation

uncomfortable arrangement, this world.
stop breathing.
lose your mind.
vomit.
slit your throat.
forget.....what.....you get-for nothing.
slip beyond the seen.
dwell between borders.
the walls speak, as do the closets.
i fear you, adam
i crumble in sadness for you eve.
my family is dead.
i am all there is,
i am dying.

How would I know?

I came down the stairs with no light other than that of the moon, stars and other celestial bodies pouring through my window, telling me where to go and where to put my minds eye. At the bottom of the winding staircase I saw a shape in the shadows, as the wind from the open window fondled every piece of fabric, every hair on my arm and neck, comforting me before the tragedy struck. She was there.......waiting.

Thank you for your patience

Your call is very important to us, we are currently assisting other customers but if you will continue to hold one of our relationship managers will be with you momentarily. Once the child. Once innocent. Once free. Once the victim. Once the loved. Once the lover. Once the son. Once the daughter. Once. Once became past, and pure became impure. Ignorance was forgiven, wisdom now condemns. How things change for the worse. Tonight's air is heavy.
-the cynic

send a message that sequences your smiles to the rain

Squeeze a sneeze, for once it came without coersion. Figure dressed in yesterday told me that today would drift off coarse and return one day with an outlook that could save the world. It's about 8 o'clock somewhere and 6 here, and still no sign of a hopefull recovery. Bouncing off the walls, building a city with whimpers and tears. Vicious bicycles ride around town untill the moon comes to drive them away. Steer clear of this ice burge, language limps and stutters along with my lips. But I'm still waiting for you, waiting for the devotion that will crumble this shell. Change the print, put it in symbols that will outlast me and you and our nonexsistence. I had it. I lost it. It found me again, and I ran.

who are you?

who are you? what are you hearing? not audiably, but inaudiably. That's right, in your plastic mind of yours. The one created by us. why are you so consumed with questions? What answer will satisfy? Is that not what your after? An answer? Maybe it's not everything. Maybe your questions have a different purpose. An outlet for frustration, frustration from reality just outside your grasp. You can see it....you think (if you really think?), but you can't control it, you can't will it in one direction or another. And even if you could, will it, this way or that, you would be unsatified. Why? because you are incomplete. How? In what way? How do you know? what is complete? we can only compare our persieved reality to our fictional reality, and even then things get lost in translation. What are we doing then? Breathing. Thinking. Rightly. Wrongly. Our world is of our own creation, we fuckeding it up. Alone. Blank. Can I just live? That's it just be? But what does "being" imply? What is required of meyouthem? If it all doesn't matter why try? If it does, why? but see there you are back to your questions again, scaredy cat.