Thursday, July 28, 2011

Moving pictures

There comes a time when you have to accept that maybe the whole picture is way bigger than you could even imagine, little own understand.

And you realize that in your grasping desire to see the whole thing at once, you've been missing the beauty of the smaller picture, the one that your standing in right now, breathing

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Things worth repeating

Even things that do not breed or breathe still have their secret life.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Love forever xo

The lies that you stole from me, you can keep
I dont need you to know just how simple the truth is.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

When too crazy isn't mad enough

You've given up second guessing the truth
times hands constantly moving,
waving you on and in
the latest model of insanity
wearing you out
on her armband of anything goes
like this.

I try to tidy my mind,
from the outside in,
But the world turns inside me
making this mess
with words that once meant something
panting to get no point across
it's softness I'm after
and I never was the sharpest tac.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

On heat

Walking through the fire of your faith
in what you can not believe
and everything I'll never prove
the lust of eternity
turning into ash
if it can't burn you.

signals deny this house on fire
The smell of smoke sticks
following the dancing shadows
alight with the passion
too clever to catch
too hot to manhandle
But I am a woman
ready heady yet steady
on Love.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

the human animal

Almost a horse,
not quite a scapegoat
dreaming of a different me
and the documented proof
of how we flew.

fleshing out feelings
in between the black and the white
lines of lies
we tell ourselves
to calm our minds
from what her closed eyes see.

floating delicately 
crossing hooves and heart
no longer need to hope to breathe
dancing across this mind
never forget there's animal Inside 
besides me.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Pieces of us

The air between us thickens sticky in between my fingers
grip slipping 
sweating the stuff that makes this up
all the things I tried to say
 the way I moved my body
wearing away
time against the stones
of mountains reflections
If I reach my arms out like this theres nothing can escape me
I can hold your dreams in place
but I wont let you 
believe me. 

Friday, July 1, 2011

arguments with robots

It's time I said something
about the fog and the blood,
The need for sleep,
and ache in my side gently reminding me I'm alive.

They said it's nice to have someone to talk to
but this isn't talking, not a conversation with robots.

But my weapon isn't what I think, It's the way I move through space
It's the look I saw in your own eye, and the whole dream sequence I lived and learned through.
It's my willingness to not make sense and mean it.

Here you might hear fingers figuring figments in space
limiting meaning not only to your own imagining or mine,
but something inbetween, (which apparently isn't even a real word)
 and way beyond,
where the laws of grammer don't matter,
because it's not about understanding
its about what I said.