Monday, April 20, 2009

(Words Half FAIL) [AKA] {anything to say?}

la di dah la doh day ive got something good to say at least i say today that ive got the way and the way of the weighty is weighed in whey and curls will curdle if they get in the way of the path of the boulder thats crumbling away and mountains become boulders become rocks become sand becomes dust becomes just while we lust and the rust of the fuss is betrayed in the crust of the surface of our hearts that we wear on our skin because we beat ourselves so that our heart may beat our blood may beat our souls may be the oldest coldest hardest diamond that there is in the world inside our furled brow inside our soiled towel and ontop of many scowls given to us that we accepted with glee and rejected for she wasnt the only one who had them to vend and we sent them to tim who upon recieving the goods was good to me and mean to bees whos honey he had suckled for the ruffles and the shirts that had buttons of gold for untold purposes only because he wanted them and only because they wanted to shine so shine they did like a star in the sky or on the stage but no where in between and there never were stars but we were all born of them for we are their children and we shall be again as the cycles will tell but bicycles will fail and fall will yell and its words are leaves and they sting like snow and snow is cold
coldness is engulfing like a flame of these higher emotions of residing implosions of designing for trophies and were hiding ours mostly to keep them out of sight for the fright of the night when we see them and decide that we are the owners of greatness and we give away our humble but even so we crave power and we will desire it and on desiring it we have claimed it like columbus and the radiator 
cans and bottles but none are round and all sound the same on all saints day and all hallows eve we shall never learn to weave but only to tease being taught by a tease we show pleasing scents and gleaming rims and all of this is a feeble attempt....

TWENTY-NINE OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

2 comments:

  1. i love "coldness is engulfing like a flame". the imagery of that is amazing. i wanna draw it.

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  2. Draw it girl! draw it! and than our words and our images will be irrevocably intwined and what i say will be what you see and when others look at you they will hear me and when they hear me they will see you and we will be one :)

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