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[05 Jan 2009|11:48pm] |
I feel foreign in Deadjournal land, these days.
I'm moving to Guatemala on Feb 1st. Upon doing so, I intend on getting my life together. I'm not sure about how going to Guatemala will help me get anything in order, but my logic is that if I actually have time to clear my head then there can be no wrong doing.
New Poems.
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Defeat
Oh saccharine stain of Marigold,
who gleams upon the scales
of repletion, may your best defense
remain your ignorance,
From the beginning-
you clenched
to the strings of other
bleary-eyed good doers
a marionette,
tearing among your seams
Grasp the wholes of eternity,
unwarranted- time has it's faults
find solace in your spill downward-
evade the listless chasm-
the dread
from which you'll never escape
again
For I can swing many a starless night
for me, you've lost your glow,
abiding by my own dusty torches
in a pride
you will never know.
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Frail
Benevolence scatters,
like the jagged edges
of snowflake ends
where winter meets
the great face
of awkward onlookers,
with a tinge and hello
just one flurry
at a time
becomes a dozen
in a fury
and maybe if we collect
enough snow stars
weave our little pieces
of December flesh
with a thread
of permafrost
We can dance in choas
in our snowskirts
still fresh of frozen dirt
sifting beneath our steel boots
and untamed ice skates
A conception
to dream-
a sanction
of Wintry synnergy
free
of hibernation and
sleep
the solemn place
from where Mother Earth
is now appeased.
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Neuroticism, Living
It seems
all I've ever known
is written outside
my life's greater script.
Death is trivial
like brushing one's teeth
meaningless and
coinicidental.
All I've got going
for me
is one more trip.
A trip
which beams
the universe
my body permeated
by illusory numbness
because
numbness is almost
deafening
as love!
the kind
where kisses
are falsified
and the feelings
are never as good
as the fucking
I cannot quarrel
with Lust.
like an unamorous knight
forced against the floor
with a sword to my neck
because this is as close,
and as good
as I'll ever get.
May love be faithless
because faith
is the false hope
that holds
My fingers spackled
together
begging
for something
better, better.
Betterment
is delusive;
a phantasm for which
I strive
so neuroticism
doesn't sour me whole
and alive.
Brave, Brave
like suicide
because God
forbid
there's a permanent
answer
to every formidable
insanity
and worry.
I choose to keep
I choose to be
as I must
before I turn to dust
By God let me live
for this is paradise
---
First Verse in Ugly
My life is not yours
and who is to say
it never was?
I am not the glamorous
spector
upon your speck of lifespan,
I can't play
godly superwoman
nor ailing messiah
all the time.
No, even the best of skins,
stick to me like acidic
plastic,
to my honery bones
in the sweltering heat.
and honey
I've got nothing
to show for my bloody glory
obtained
like an unwanted adversary.
I'll take blow
after
blow
if it means
you'll let me go
and I can be beautiful
like the unfeasible dreams
you've dashed
for me.
So dear God!
take this
grieving
straight out of me
this ruin was your doing
I was just a
late apology.
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[26 Dec 2008|02:48pm] |
My Christmas, like most previous Christmases was fairly hum drum and bland.
But, on February 2nd, 2009, I will officially be living in Guatemala. and I will probably amp up my blog use on that date- as a travel blog.
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