Saturday, March 1, 2014


And just like that
your soul revokes the words no longer said unmeant

even though the masters wore them down
they are not for understanding

and each repetition each reading changes everything

because theres only one language

and only one thing to say

Just a hundred million different ways to put it.


  1. and with just the earth
    worth everything

    leisurely dressed in
    past and future
    worn out waves teasing

    teasing the forrest laying naked time
    leaning out to sign in with a username and password

  2. I thought I meant to write "wrote" but "wore" came out, and then I liked it.

    Now I see those masters, Vague as they may be, battling words into poetry
    to try and make them mean how life feels