Every time 'till
I see you next,
I will miss you.
Moment
I close my eyes
Every time, hoping to see you
I open my eyes
Looking to the right, nothing
It's okay
Whenever I look for magic
It is no where to be found
Magical movements come
They come as they please
You are infinite moments
Treasured in a grand body
COME!
Mind Jog
Always thoughts running through my head
Always, always thoughts
Each time something new is concluded
Each perception is changed
New rhythms make my life a dance
New sounds make my life a song
Beats constantly resonate from the heart
Beats can be seen floating across the room.
Life can be overwhelming
Our world is infinitely expanding
Learn about life; find out about death
Discover wealth; suffer bankruptcy
Feel love; unveil God
; happiness
; beauty
; creation
; music, art
; tears
; love
; love
; love
Always, always thoughts
Each time something new is concluded
Each perception is changed
New rhythms make my life a dance
New sounds make my life a song
Beats constantly resonate from the heart
Beats can be seen floating across the room.
Life can be overwhelming
Our world is infinitely expanding
Learn about life; find out about death
Discover wealth; suffer bankruptcy
Feel love; unveil God
; happiness
; beauty
; creation
; music, art
; tears
; love
; love
; love
The Joshua Tree Ends
I wander a New york subway in my travels and my eyes meet a slightly overweight girl--one that I wouldn’t normally be attracted to--who was going down the upstairs while talking on her phone.
We stop at the edge of the station. The road ends. I don’t know where I am. There is only one track. The red signs tell us the direction of the train. It indicates Brooklyn. The yellow sidewalk tells me not to kill myself.
People are scattered. I only see her. She’s still a little fat. She's still talking on her phone.
I talk to her after she hangs up her phone but she is timid at first. She asks if I go to Brooklyn university and I say that I don’t go anywhere. “I’m wandering,” I say looking deep into her. She is taken aback. We talk for a few moments more and do not break eye contact. The topic of conversation becomes unimportant and she hugs me.
She tells me, “You’re the one.” My brain pauses; I am confused. She hugs me tighter and tells me, “I love you." I feel her beauty. I can’t keep my eyes open. I can't open my eyes. I love her. My eyes finally open finding myself in a secluded Los angeles community on a blistering hot day.
I can’t feel the heat. Now I know where I am; and where I am going. Even though I’m not guiding myself, my mind and body have the same destination, neither really wants to go. I see the apartments at the top of a hill with curvy streets. I can’t tell how many bends there are.
There is a large ditch between the road and me. I didn’t see the ditch when I was driving. I figured that I must have gone over it to get here. My car is gone. Even though I only vaguely remember driving anywhere. I continue on foot.
I look back to see a large truck. The truck looks like it was straight out of my imagination. Imagine the biggest hot-wheels vehicle you've seen, and make it life size. It barely made it over the ditch. I walk up the rest of the zig Zags. I cannot count how many zigs and Zags there are.
I am at the apartment now and it is expressionless. Dull. It makes my stomach turn thinking about what had happened here earlier today. I wonder if my face is still messed up so I stare into the mirror in the bathroom. It is shattered and dirty. The broken image I see is of a dark goul. Needles, vials, and burned tin foil scatter the floor.
"I hate you," says the reflection. I feel his evil. My stomach is in a complete knot. "I hate you. Now die!" I reach down and grab a needle. My hands tremble. Black dye swirls inside the needle as I extract poison from a vial. I can't close my eyes. I have no feeling. The black dye begins to swirl all over the bathroom. It gets sucked quickly into a vortex.
All I see is bright light.
We stop at the edge of the station. The road ends. I don’t know where I am. There is only one track. The red signs tell us the direction of the train. It indicates Brooklyn. The yellow sidewalk tells me not to kill myself.
People are scattered. I only see her. She’s still a little fat. She's still talking on her phone.
I talk to her after she hangs up her phone but she is timid at first. She asks if I go to Brooklyn university and I say that I don’t go anywhere. “I’m wandering,” I say looking deep into her. She is taken aback. We talk for a few moments more and do not break eye contact. The topic of conversation becomes unimportant and she hugs me.
She tells me, “You’re the one.” My brain pauses; I am confused. She hugs me tighter and tells me, “I love you." I feel her beauty. I can’t keep my eyes open. I can't open my eyes. I love her. My eyes finally open finding myself in a secluded Los angeles community on a blistering hot day.
I can’t feel the heat. Now I know where I am; and where I am going. Even though I’m not guiding myself, my mind and body have the same destination, neither really wants to go. I see the apartments at the top of a hill with curvy streets. I can’t tell how many bends there are.
There is a large ditch between the road and me. I didn’t see the ditch when I was driving. I figured that I must have gone over it to get here. My car is gone. Even though I only vaguely remember driving anywhere. I continue on foot.
I look back to see a large truck. The truck looks like it was straight out of my imagination. Imagine the biggest hot-wheels vehicle you've seen, and make it life size. It barely made it over the ditch. I walk up the rest of the zig Zags. I cannot count how many zigs and Zags there are.
I am at the apartment now and it is expressionless. Dull. It makes my stomach turn thinking about what had happened here earlier today. I wonder if my face is still messed up so I stare into the mirror in the bathroom. It is shattered and dirty. The broken image I see is of a dark goul. Needles, vials, and burned tin foil scatter the floor.
"I hate you," says the reflection. I feel his evil. My stomach is in a complete knot. "I hate you. Now die!" I reach down and grab a needle. My hands tremble. Black dye swirls inside the needle as I extract poison from a vial. I can't close my eyes. I have no feeling. The black dye begins to swirl all over the bathroom. It gets sucked quickly into a vortex.
All I see is bright light.
What It Means To Drive
[You can't feel it all without close examination. Sit back and close your eyes, you must (though, not now of course because you are reading). But, use what I can show you]
Five Minute Nap
He is finally free. He looks towards the minister and says, "I think I have outlived my welcome at the Church."
"Why, you are always welcome under our roof," he replies while turning on his halo.
"There is something about me that just doesn't fit in with this place of worship. You may be offended to hear." The minister takes this as a challenge; his expression shifts from angelic to political. After spending months in the church, Cadence finds it difficult to say, "I am atheist." He knows he could continue on with a speech making himself look more presentable, but it is better to wait for the response.
Warmth seems to speed the duration of moments. But, it is long before the minister formulates something to say. His facial expression becomes null; it reminds Cadence of a salesman.
"I don't think anything less of you," the minister says. Cadence believes this. "We are all entitled to our own beliefs," the minister adds essentially discrediting what Cadence believes.
"There is something about me that just doesn't fit in with this place of worship. You may be offended to hear." The minister takes this as a challenge; his expression shifts from angelic to political. After spending months in the church, Cadence finds it difficult to say, "I am atheist." He knows he could continue on with a speech making himself look more presentable, but it is better to wait for the response.
Warmth seems to speed the duration of moments. But, it is long before the minister formulates something to say. His facial expression becomes null; it reminds Cadence of a salesman.
"I don't think anything less of you," the minister says. Cadence believes this. "We are all entitled to our own beliefs," the minister adds essentially discrediting what Cadence believes.
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