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I do not speak my truth to antagonize you.... I share this swollen river running -- This waterfall of faith-- because it flows from me like lennon's endless rain.... --my paper cup: this poem-- to which an endless string of words spill out and on to... I stain the sentences with abundant articulations that boil inside of me... I thirst, I starve, I crave. and all that quenches... all that can satiate me is to open the faucet and allow the words to run... They skip and dance across themselves... They formulate on their way out like fireworks deciding which way they will face when they open and sizzle in the night air... And when they do... it's a sight to behold. It shocks me like the boom, and takes me aback to see what has emerged. And Keroac knew. He knew all along... that I was one. As my words explode like spiders across the sky... I watch in staggering wonder at my truth revealed and know that I am home here. I have taken my vow... signed in blood... solemnly sworn myself in... been hazed and pinky promised... and I know... without the shadow of a doubt... that I am a mad one. ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

death song

Will I have regrets?
Will the fear come creeping up the shore?
Would you place any bets?
Are we just turning around and coming back for more?
Would you see the mirage,
As you held my hand and saw me through the door?
Will I feel so alone,
When smoke and sparks and lightshows through my eyes I'm told?
When the darkness closing in
I'll remember it's my heart that's caving in.
Like I read in the big bang...
It's the beginning bell of clarity he rang.

The end...
It's just the start.
The mind is endless...
Just like the heart.
And I know I'm gonna find your soul again.
It's just the start.
Because there really is no end.

Now the night is growing cold.
And I find I'm reaching out but nothing's there.
I feel the emptiness she grows.
Im staying present, standing bravely though I'm scared.

The end...
It's just the start.
The mind is endless...
Just like the heart.
And I know I'm gonna find your soul again.
It's just the start.
Because there really is no end.

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