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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 21:41:58 GMT

this man
this man is in your dreams
not every dream
not every one
But this man will reappear
You will know this man as father
even when this man is not father
this man will fly with you
but will only reflect
beside you in the air
no words are needed
this man is a romantic
ugly
but always charming
with sweet words
this man will show you which way is out
from whatever labyrinth
you sleep in
this man will have sex with any of you
if you want
for this man always has imagination
to buy your pleasing
sometimes this man dresses up like Santa
sometimes this man is a balloon floating like a head
forever just out of your reach
and other times
when you are trapped
every night
in nightmares
when you are stuck in hell
when others beat you
and you cry yourself awake
wet in sweat and fear
this man will show himself
blankly on the television screen
and you will beg this man not to hurt you
this man will slit your throat
and you will gargle at this man's blank face
but you shall never be trapped in that hell again
this man is always watching
this man knows that when Fallout happens
Americans must go North.
this man surfs your dreams
this man will always be
this man

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:11:33 GMT

just because I don't believe in God
doesn't mean I couldn't use somebody
couldn't worship something
that pats my head
as I go to sleep
to let me know tomorrow will come
justice will be served
and all will be right.
but each night I go to bed
with my own dreams
my own life
and only one world
no hand pats my head night after night
no God assuages my fear
it's just me
alone in my mind
which means it's just me
alone in my life
that I can count on
to make things right
to make sure justice is served
but I'm just one voice
one point
one being
in a vast array of fears
joys
hopes
and general distaste or pleasure for what is
so I know that each morning when I wake
and every morning that anyone wakes
they are alone in their mind
despite the echoes of so many others
thoughts and beliefs
This world is ours
and it belonged to those who came before
and all who come after
there is no universal sense of justice
no galactic hand to pat us on the head
just us
and our own moral compasses
so take time to calibrate them right
use not money as a means of gauging good
don't rely on capitalism alone
for life is not an Ayn Rand novel
regardless of how much you love greed
she will always cheat on you
and while some are strong enough to hold the pillars of life in place
they'd be fools to shrug their burdens
the government answers to many things
but should truly fear only one
us
so if there is something that life requires in your eyes
but lacks in existence
use your hands, your mind, and your soul
because they are all you have to shape this world
because even if God is real
and we can use him to think the world seems fine
in all honesty we have no way to prove such a fancy
but there is all the proof you could need,
that you are real
that this world can change
and that hands can mold it
So reach out,
make positive changes
and go to sleep at night
with the comfort
of your own deeds.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 02:47:45 GMT

I've been saving up all my nights
and rounding down all my days
saving up in hopes that you'll buy the same
and go all my same ways

i know you
through blank eyes
dripping in disdain
you'll never be anyone
so keep looking down

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 04:04:10 GMT

evolution is a constant abacus
slowly ticking beads
trying new combinations
seeing what works
then seeing what works best
at working
at being
for you see
evolution has no grand plan
outside of live
under this only plan
all forms of life thrive
and what lives in one place
may not be possible in another
there are varying valences
around the central pillar of life
that may be filled in certain ways
not all life has the same number of shells
some life is singular
lonely
but alive
moving the blips
up
down
across
each aisle
to find a balance
to find what keeps

Monday, September 21, 2009

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 18:23:17 GMT

turn by turn
part by part
interactions passing through
existing in the same position
being in the same way
we hold our color
we are our charge
but you are not me
though we share the same place
same face
same movements
we are intertwined
but you are not me
and I am not you
regardless of how either of us
spins

no more toes
one more baby
6 years of education
and naught to show for it.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 05:22:44 GMT

well,

great,

you've gone and shit yourself again

it's matted and stuck on your butt

and you keep scooting across the floor

trying to alleviate your discomfort

mostly just smearing little "I'm sorry"'s here and there

and I clean them up

because I love you

and you've been my friend for so long

and you're senile

don't know better

you remind me of grandparents

your hair sure is falling out

i can't bear to put you in diapers

and some day soon

I'm going to have to take you to the doctor

eventually

but I love you

and I'll miss you

and I don't mind your little "I'm sorry"'s

but you're in pain

I know it

but you still purr

and love me

and I don't want to let you go

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 07:38:34 GMT

you say the numbers prove they have some form of noesis
that allows them to control a loved one's physiology
off mere conscious decision to love
as if the very fabric from which they were both sewn
is inextricably tangled together forever
quantum entanglement on a classical physiologic scale.
Quantum mysticism is just the same as any other pseudo belief
take what little knowledge you have of science
mix it together with whatever you want
then claim it to be true
claim to know it is true in your heart of hearts
KNOW that it is true
because God is here
and he imbued you with the ability
to do what you claim
and random ticks on a scale you make
prove you right
...right?

Monday, August 31, 2009

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 02:05:34 GMT

in the pulse of all those nu's
she writes a few messages in their ripples
each one echoing in time forever
but who admires lines in wave with such detail?
she doesn't know,
she hopes.
"do you still care?"
written in the spin
of some random
blip
he'll probably
never see.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 08:21:22 GMT

when does reality collapse into what we experience
at what point do you etch in a border
the difference between just
and exactly
isn't worth finding

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 04:42:13 GMT

I found words!

http://www.ewanco.com/~eje/lexicon.html

Pardon me while I bloviate
in an attempt at contesseration
let's all hope it's a coruscation
but I feel as if this may end as an inquorate
but I may just be making an ipse
my doubts are not kedogenous
I think it is just a challenge to make sure everything is idoneous
I mean, not every sentence can be mot juste
I should probably obvolve
I hope you're practicing orthoepy
It's easier since these are all without polysemy
I do hope I've helped you evolve