smile at me
and ill cry
cacophony
desperation
pat me on the back
tell me i did alright
and ill well
and ill well
cacophony
desperation
rest your head; it's ok
i remember my friends
and i cant forget
there's a better way
smile at me hard
i need you now
i need you now
i need you
now
now
now
now
now
now
now
cuz shes rushing through dirt
screaming tearing soil to mud
her words awash
her words run
ill love you forever
ill love you for always
as long as im living
my baby youll be
"in the poetry of the poet and in the thinking of the thinker, there is always so much worldspace to share that each and every thing - a tree, a mountain, a house, the call of a bird - completely loses its indifference and familiarity." - martin heidegger
20110728
20110718
20110714
cycling through tabs,
there's a moment's hesitation.
the present becomes
the past unfolding still,
unfurling your mark like a past ally,
now bitter rival,
inversely proportional
cycling through tabs,
the letters of five different e-mails
run together,
forming your icon
in my dreams syntax:
your name is afire
on all the billboards,
on all the highways.
there's a moment's hesitation.
the present becomes
the past unfolding still,
unfurling your mark like a past ally,
now bitter rival,
inversely proportional
cycling through tabs,
the letters of five different e-mails
run together,
forming your icon
in my dreams syntax:
your name is afire
on all the billboards,
on all the highways.
20110711
Straightened these slumped shoulders,
And filled my heart up again;
Sent smiles through chambers,
Where atriums housed echoing laughter:
Slide your hand,
Trace my lifeline,
Into your land:
Breathe into my lungs
Slide your midas hand
You will not err, err, err, err
You will not err, err, err, err
We cannot err, err, err, err
We'll hobble into posture,
Up away
Up away
Up away
Give me your hand,
Give me your hand;
Take off your glove:
Our fingerprint unlocks our heart.
And filled my heart up again;
Sent smiles through chambers,
Where atriums housed echoing laughter:
Slide your hand,
Trace my lifeline,
Into your land:
Breathe into my lungs
Slide your midas hand
You will not err, err, err, err
You will not err, err, err, err
We cannot err, err, err, err
We'll hobble into posture,
Past the pasture and pens,
Through my mother’s darkened barn,
Up awayUp away
Up away
Up away
Give me your hand,
Give me your hand;
Take off your glove:
Our fingerprint unlocks our heart.
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- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo