here and now
When do we begin to heal?
When do we begin to forgive?
So forgiveness comes from apathy?
How do we answer these questions without the interference of god?
This is where you will be in the upcoming weeks to see what you don't need to see and read what you don't really need to read.
I am working on an exercise to restart the writing process
I tell myself close your eyes and take a word.
I love you is the first thing to mind.
So let us take Love, and in our mind we open the top of the word.
And what is inside love?
Who do you turn to in life?
Who do you turn to when you’ve driven them away?
Who do you reach out to?
Those are the ones who love you, the ones that reach back even in times of darkness.
Who do you turn to, when there is no one reaching back?
It's not fair
a twist of the spine
a wrench of the heart
a level of untruth,
a mixture of fear and anxiety
it makes you crumble
and makes you weak
and all was created
to make the other seem stronger
a passing of a sickness
from one to another
where in the soul
does this impurity breed
why does it wish to watch
the other bleed
ifI could I would give you the world
but I am not capable
and for that I cannot apologize
for it is not my role in this world
nor is it my duty
and for my tears
a shallow victory
I know my failures and my weaknesses
they sit in my stomach eating their fill
my heart heavy and my eyes sore
this bleak moment
pitched a whole month black
I know not from where this storm came
but from a mixture of fear and anxiety
it's not fair
the twist of the spine
the wrenching of the heart
it's not fair to be so cruel
He who loves god more than most is he known as Satan
The hero is
He
Fallen from Grace
Down to the world below
Down here
Bathed by the brilliant Sun
The Beauty of man
Damned by knowledge of sin
And the sin of Knowledge
Yet the persistence of love and devotion
Damns the Hero
He
The king of nothingness
The purist love unrequited
Without the reward of heaven
He loves
Down to the world below
He remains
Fallen from grace
That beautiful man
That fat man
I wish I was fa--t man
That would be great great fun
Round and sound through and through
Rolling with laughter Jolly in spirit
Comfortable in ownership
I wish I was fa--t man
That would be great great fun
That beautiful man
That fat man
The end of my cock is bleeding profusely, but I stay under
water.
I can feel the sharks coming closer as I drain of blood.Why did I venture out tonight?
Out into the city,
Into that bar,
Only to be jumped, tortured, robbed and now this?
Why did I venture out to die?
Sufferin' Suffern
through winter and spring
Dreaming of paradise
Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.*
Peering through the looking glass
at grasses more green
Wishing I was miles away
Wishing I was in Pamona
*Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I have the desire to move
Move to the side to the fringes
Only to be confronted by a mass
A mass of humanity swarming down upon us
They were not accustomed to the numbers
They were lost amongst the others
The sea of people suffocating their senses
Escaping into the tunnels only to sit smothered by a man who's just pissed his pants