indeed we ask ourselves the questions posed in lighter segments, containing air and fruitful endeavors. i am not the bastion of support nor the enlightened jew that men believe make airs of poets and poets of the rocks that ordain such turf. i am not the savior nor the whimsical flower petal, always inviting momentary [...]
just as i wrote the longer version of myself into the grains that bound our hearts together for those minutes and years, i was endearing to your father and not quite letting go of myself, i could only hope for your tears and the anguish of happening and delight. i was overwhelmed with the indecision [...]
Each hour we sit aside the poem leaving us breathing and sipping ourselves, keeping our memories and needs alone and pouting, I am not you anymore I say I am not you
undeterred and left abiding to his own tears, his faces were obscured and shallow, while his own vague entirety was shifting towards a sun he could not see or feel or wait to endure. he was sitting near the window, waiting, enduring the casualties of his own terror. a pause and a triumphant calling to [...]
Made bigger in fear the light man in his ways can only seek himself, killing away sensible love and cowardly greed in the windy mecca of the mass
spitting fire is often the only coherent response to myself. the caught and measured winds i engage are in fact reminiscent of the bordellos i found so appealing in the later days of my youths. i could speak frivolously without encounter and with the dead winds i speak the kindest, not quite sure of my [...]
often in the roads we travel and the dungeons we hold closely to the faces of our friends and actual victims we chase down roads not lost to the locals, we forget so quietly that we all hate the world and the hatred we have towards the occupational hazards of nostalgia and contempt bake our [...]
the kitten bakes goods and we all focus on the objects we found later but could not see clearly. i spoke too soon and the windows shook breaking the focus of the lens behind my ears. i cannot bear the thought of such misbegotten fantasy, but alas, discovered and remarked upon beyond doors closed by [...]
here and out there, the liars and banqueting towards me. their backs are shiny and real, i can sense their dismay at my shoulders. i am not who they say i am i say. i say that i am a man and nothing more. that my world is big like yours and yours is big [...]
earthed and written about, the liars in their dens are kept watchful in the my eyes. i cannot speak clearly about my own vanishing lights, just the thoughts and feelings associated with members of my eyes and my lightning can sing the earlier birds. i am not the one who ran away, nor the liar [...]