wine and water
sons and daughters
welcome again
to the scene of the slaughter
all shall look
but few shall see
the truth enshrined
in the mystery
with sidewalk glances
aggressive stances
seductive dancers
we ignore the answers
but hope's never lost
though faith may be tossed
with the robe the book and
observance of the pentecost
so we row on in this life
a dream
and we don't fret when it
bends like the stream
of consciousness
which we so esteem
but it seems tough so
we like to blow it off like steam
and in the midst of the reprisal
we find ourselves caught
in a sense of need
like i started this one way
so it must
God puts tasks in front of me
Because he expects me to,
And knows that I can, do them
I can no longer accept "I can't do this"
I can accept "I won't do this"
But only if the mental response
Is to determine the reason I won't
And of its worth refusing the requests of god
For I know the consequences are severe
Unless it is a test
Which is something I will never know
Unless I get it wrong
love like fears,
throwing said spears,
nothing on my mind but a want for the cheers,
yet for some reason all they spit are jeers,
i've no taste for the hate,
but won't take it off your plate
if its what you wanna eat,
just keep moving your feet on the path,
come correct, give respect and face no wrath,
free and beautiful visions in the mind
and all they say is I haven't the time to waste,
stuck like paste in this race with no winners,
just check chasers and sinners,
and the ones that don't grin but grip then spin the chamber,
will robinson danger danger
but the robotics has benefits also
and its just a matter of the on with th
tonight i made a frozen pizza in the microwave
and it cooked in a weird way
the center took too long to reach
the right temperature so by the
end of the prescribed cooking time
the cheese on the outside had run down
to the microwave tray and begun bubbling
almost burning
and i thought well shit there goes some
of the pizza i worked so hard to prepare
but then i thought i should wipe it up
quick with a paper towel so it doesn't stick
and ruin the microwave in the process
leaving me with two losses
i ended up wiping it up so quickly
that the cheese was still warm and delicious
and it made me think of the days
that meet us with
go on friend, tell the others by lotuskid, literature
Literature
go on friend, tell the others
i read words saying:
"my heart drips from my wrists"
thinking mine does too
but not like you
because i don't bleed
i craft love they can read
so that they can believe
that if they want so should they weave
time like waterfalls
hold out your hands
catch a cup full
catch as much as you can
sitting in the summer sun
squinting my eyes
with a smile thats formed
and gleams like the skies
we all have a hope
and a desire for truth
yet when we receive it
we only demand proof
instead of just living
as if we had choice
instead of just giving
the best of our voice
not to any sort of god
but to our fellows in life
that they might
in the tic tac toe of life
we have so little time
to mend the woe or strife
of those we find kind
and less to spare
to feel any of the love
that is out there
and so it is that pets
are a blessing
we should never forget
just the love we give
to them is a
justification for us to live
in the manner that we have
no time at all to spare
we set upon ourselves to have
someone thats always there
maybe they're napping
maybe milk lapping
maybe at times it's annoying
their apparent love of yapping
but they are ready to love
when aside our daily duties
we make effort to shove
and reside in living beauty
no one knows what the c
wine and water
sons and daughters
welcome again
to the scene of the slaughter
all shall look
but few shall see
the truth enshrined
in the mystery
with sidewalk glances
aggressive stances
seductive dancers
we ignore the answers
but hope's never lost
though faith may be tossed
with the robe the book and
observance of the pentecost
so we row on in this life
a dream
and we don't fret when it
bends like the stream
of consciousness
which we so esteem
but it seems tough so
we like to blow it off like steam
and in the midst of the reprisal
we find ourselves caught
in a sense of need
like i started this one way
so it must
God puts tasks in front of me
Because he expects me to,
And knows that I can, do them
I can no longer accept "I can't do this"
I can accept "I won't do this"
But only if the mental response
Is to determine the reason I won't
And of its worth refusing the requests of god
For I know the consequences are severe
Unless it is a test
Which is something I will never know
Unless I get it wrong
love like fears,
throwing said spears,
nothing on my mind but a want for the cheers,
yet for some reason all they spit are jeers,
i've no taste for the hate,
but won't take it off your plate
if its what you wanna eat,
just keep moving your feet on the path,
come correct, give respect and face no wrath,
free and beautiful visions in the mind
and all they say is I haven't the time to waste,
stuck like paste in this race with no winners,
just check chasers and sinners,
and the ones that don't grin but grip then spin the chamber,
will robinson danger danger
but the robotics has benefits also
and its just a matter of the on with th
tonight i made a frozen pizza in the microwave
and it cooked in a weird way
the center took too long to reach
the right temperature so by the
end of the prescribed cooking time
the cheese on the outside had run down
to the microwave tray and begun bubbling
almost burning
and i thought well shit there goes some
of the pizza i worked so hard to prepare
but then i thought i should wipe it up
quick with a paper towel so it doesn't stick
and ruin the microwave in the process
leaving me with two losses
i ended up wiping it up so quickly
that the cheese was still warm and delicious
and it made me think of the days
that meet us with
go on friend, tell the others by lotuskid, literature
Literature
go on friend, tell the others
i read words saying:
"my heart drips from my wrists"
thinking mine does too
but not like you
because i don't bleed
i craft love they can read
so that they can believe
that if they want so should they weave
time like waterfalls
hold out your hands
catch a cup full
catch as much as you can
sitting in the summer sun
squinting my eyes
with a smile thats formed
and gleams like the skies
we all have a hope
and a desire for truth
yet when we receive it
we only demand proof
instead of just living
as if we had choice
instead of just giving
the best of our voice
not to any sort of god
but to our fellows in life
that they might
Said the Mushroom To The Tree by lotuskid, literature
Literature
Said the Mushroom To The Tree
I. The Process
unobserved but not unspoken
we hear "breathe" but still we choke and
it's not a vision for this is no token
this is the real image from mirrors unbroken
time will tell that the watch tells the time
with the focus of the eye behind in the mind
and as we live so will we cross the one line
when the fade has begun hold to reason not rhyme
shifting images of walls and cadavers
with the matriarch of a universe
descending upon that which
you originally decided
was all that could
ever be called
yourself
yet she comes with
the proclamation that
you're actually just a fragment
that's duty is to reflect light that
You are love heroin.
Felt bliss for a day
and despair for a week.
Parted lips to say love
but found I couldn't speak.
All I could manage was
I... I... I dont know.
Why is it that I try?
When all I ever manage is
I... I... I dont know.
Felt bliss for a day
and despair for a week.
Parted lips to say love
but found I couldn't speak.
Love Heroin.
being a poet, when trying to share with kin, the ego is so strong that no piece can escape its need to identify with emotion solely for the fact that it seeks to identify with anything possible. that's the reason poets are so scarce. true artistry involves ultimate vulnerability, weaker than a wet paper bag but more exp...losive than a hydrogen bomb. tick tock. what did you do today? i hope it was a blast
Current Residence: denton, tx Favourite genre of music: Hip Rock Fusion... with a splash of ska.. Favourite photographer: Dylan Hollingsworth Favourite style of art: Synthesis: 2. b : the dialectic combination of thesis and antithesis into a higher stage of truth Operating System: Consciousness v2.14 Shell of choice: blue koopa shell Favourite cartoon character: Gir Personal Quote: don't do it, do it, do it, do it.
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life
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i understand they want to sell sell sell, but i want to save save save. but i don't give a fuck about bills and pennies, i have a heart and i want to save us from cold kills and poppin bennies.
they said the end will come in fire and i agree if its left up to people other than we for its not but a choice to understand the power of and use your voice, i call on you to call on the world. accept no busy signals. the message is love. the method is acceptance.
be well and spread wellness.
bless
i can't seem to do anything but praise the past and feel unable to blaze a future trail to something better and I can't decide if I or society is to blame. I want to be real but i don't want to blame myself.
new piece incoming. plus a in progress draft just for you to check out, ima name that one wisteria named miseria if the title fits, but it's actually about my late grandmother just fyi. hope you enjoy what's been stewing. when I get a chance I'll comb your recents.
//He stood at the edge looking back down with the opposite of a frown because all he had on his mind was the joy of being able to find the familiar feelings, the old sights and sounds, wondering why he ever thought to let them drown//