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Last breath
Sometimes it is inspiration
Sometimes it is proof
Always it stands
Saves que robas me querda?
Cohen
Archimedes got his lever,
And the world moved him.
He still is, however, looking for a place to stand.
won’t change
Did we dream of Darwin
When we dragged our knuckles against the weeds flourishing overgrown in the Sahara?
Did we foresee vertical spines and fiery blazes and sharp edges digging deep into flesh when our life was limited to foraging and scavenging?
I drag my knuckles, and I forage and scavange still
I could change yet, but kicking and screaming isn’t the way to go into the future
Not for the likes of you and I
empty halls
Crowded thoughts in these empty halls
Is there truth to be found in the rustling of leaves?
Swirling and twirling like a dervish in the courtyard of this narrow life
Like so many false idols scattered and broken,
No love amongst these ruins
My lungs are shrivelled from the screaming
My eyes turned to dust from tears
My chest is broken from the beating
My heart is still from fear
basement musings
Two fifty the price reads for words I don’t understand
Language locks me out
No outside food
No outside… people?
I drink something I never wanted
This is a secret I keep from the old man
Hardcore excerpt two
This ship has sailed
To parts unknown
Now I’ve gotten out of hell
And I’m never going home
Plastic
He lived a solitary life inside his silent plastic prison. Of course, there was the other one, but mere existence seemed enough for that one; content as he was with breathing, eating and defecating. That one lived as though he were an animal. But he! He required intellectual stimulation that the confines of his acrylic world simply could not provide.
His mind, of course, had no such borders, no such boundaries to speak of. In his mind he had calculated the value of pi down to decimal places that numbered in the googols. In his mind he could still see the distant stars that had guided him as a child. He calculated the age of the universe from their light and saw as an ancient universe collapsed upon itself and was reborn like a phoenix from the ashes, exploding outwards in angry defiance of its death. A process as natural as respiration. Inhale, exhale.
But all these were mere diversions. Even a mind such as his, as beautiful as fields without fences, required new terrain, the stimulation of the outside world. He plotted escape.
excerpt from an incomplete lyric
four walls of guilt
lit only by lanterns of shame
my emotions a cage
the blood that flows in my veins
A Case for Amnesia
I try to forget
But everything about you lingers
Your scent
Your touch
Your taste
Your face
Etched and scratched into memory
Everything lingers.
invoking the lonesome multitudes
Are we back where we started?
Endeavours abandoned
Yet we go on half-hearted
Is this the race we run?
Up ladders and down snakes
Yet we’re back at square one
Are we moving forward without moving on?
This suspended animation
I was right beside you, and then I was gone
I dream lonely dreams in lonely sleep in a lonely room tonight
It’s not all starlight and smiles
But it’s gonna be alright
