A darker shade of gray
Today,
Tomorrow,
This evening I will follow, I will become.
Innocence falling
Sinful turf upon which I lay my,
Your,
Our,
We together are nothing but we.
Alone I be, surrounded
Within
Without
Whenever in doubt just pray
But it is the predator,
I fear,
I hate,
Therefore I am bate, to my own mind.
This limbo is a state,
A state that has been possessed,
Mine'd,
Singular,
It belongs to me
This darker shade of grey, I chose to be.
Willingly.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
My King, My King
A king has made the decision to wage war on his enemy.
Many days later we find him on his chariot, pumping his army with words that will serve as transporters of Adrenaline to the brain.
As he comes to the conclusion of his speech, we can hear the soldiers hearts racing as they wait in anticipation for their death.
And just as the birds begin to scatter the skies, the morning fog clears up and the enemy is visible in the distance.
The time is coming closer, thought the king.
And so he turns around to look at the horizon. He sees his distant kingdom, where the women weep and the children are naïve.
He focuses his eyes to a closer proximity. He can see the wild animals peacefully coexisting outside the city walls. How envious I have become, he says.
And just as all kings do so naturally, Our king looks at the last thing he would want to see before his eyes can no longer see; his mistress.
Many days later we find him on his chariot, pumping his army with words that will serve as transporters of Adrenaline to the brain.
As he comes to the conclusion of his speech, we can hear the soldiers hearts racing as they wait in anticipation for their death.
And just as the birds begin to scatter the skies, the morning fog clears up and the enemy is visible in the distance.
The time is coming closer, thought the king.
And so he turns around to look at the horizon. He sees his distant kingdom, where the women weep and the children are naïve.
He focuses his eyes to a closer proximity. He can see the wild animals peacefully coexisting outside the city walls. How envious I have become, he says.
And just as all kings do so naturally, Our king looks at the last thing he would want to see before his eyes can no longer see; his mistress.
Points on a Map in my Hands
you, and us, and me, and us, and them, and we.
How far we have gotten from point A to point B,
Oh, how far away from the prettiest vector we truly are.
Indeed we have increased in number, we claim to increase in size.
Yet we have fractionalized our powers, by prescribing to lies.
their lies, them lies, our lies, your lies, my lies, we lie
everyday to make it to where ever it is we choose to go,
however many others we step on as we make our way from point A to B.
What does it matter, its a dog eat dog world.
But dogs don't eat dogs, dogs are domestic and shit on our carpets that we just put down as a means to increase the value of our house, not home. There is no home in house, it is one or the other. So which is it home or house, or neither? not both. Please not both. Both does not allow for the line between Ying and Yang, gays from non gays, straights from themselves. Divided as we choose to be, we ignorants.
journey towards plan B.
what a mystery to see trees and plants turn a shade of death as we walk by them, could it be the gas we release as a result of the Genetically Modified Crops that we eat. No it cannot be. The worst thing the GMC does to the human body that has evolved from eating what is natural to what is not natural is an allergic reaction to themselves and others around them.
How dare she be 40 pounds heavier than Angelina Jolie.
Drink this protein shake to give you that extra pack in your six pack. Six pack of beer, fear of being near others without being intoxicated. Increase your crunches and your cigarettes, all to drink ourselves into a desperate state of acceptance by others,
of others, we others, they others, the others,
worst movie ever. Bitch can't even make a wrinkle appear between her $200.00 eyebrows.
But hey, Amen to a society that desires perfection.
Perfection.. even the word sounds like it has flaws. Listen as it slips out of your mouth without ever being registered by the brain.
RED LIGHT
STOP SIGN
FLARE GUN
oh look at the pretty colors, I guess this word means well.
No it has not been wars of religion, or skin pigmentation, or phallic desires for world domination.
Why look too far when the answer slips right past your tongue without being noticed by your brain,
well he's hung its okay, he makes up for it some way.
Experimentation, by some 4 headed being. 4 heads, yes thats all it takes to kill 20 million people. Four fucking bobbing heads seated on the Security Council, lounging on a couch built by a man they walked by on the side of every street begging for money. His child wants to read at school and learn what is to be taught by a system tied up in naughts that is not to take note of. A naught we find such comfort in, wedged between a simple dichotomy that stems from the same lineage;
The desire for perfection, they desire perfection, I desire perfection, we desire perfection.
And yet we preach that the desire for glutiny is weak.
And thus in our desire for perfection we are imperfect.
How beautiful we be, this state of 19th century "shuneverythingthatcannotfitintoacompactbox"... with a label on the top. a label that can be removed with a scratch of the nail, a scrape of a key, and yet we feel the need to base our entire being on these categories.
Gay, Straight, Cunt, Freak, Man, Woman, Religious, Fictitious, Superstitious. CAN I NOT BELIEVE IN WHATEVER I NEED? or am I conformed to your definition of "the land of the free?"
land, journey, path, pavement, cement. Imagine a world without a smooth surface. But have no fear, we will still put you in heels and corsets and Fitch and Gap to savor our desire to be Labeled.
I must go, my favorite show is on TV. I first heard about it on CNN, or Fox News, or MTV. No matter, they all are a reliable means of the truth we all need.
peace.
How far we have gotten from point A to point B,
Oh, how far away from the prettiest vector we truly are.
Indeed we have increased in number, we claim to increase in size.
Yet we have fractionalized our powers, by prescribing to lies.
their lies, them lies, our lies, your lies, my lies, we lie
everyday to make it to where ever it is we choose to go,
however many others we step on as we make our way from point A to B.
What does it matter, its a dog eat dog world.
But dogs don't eat dogs, dogs are domestic and shit on our carpets that we just put down as a means to increase the value of our house, not home. There is no home in house, it is one or the other. So which is it home or house, or neither? not both. Please not both. Both does not allow for the line between Ying and Yang, gays from non gays, straights from themselves. Divided as we choose to be, we ignorants.
journey towards plan B.
what a mystery to see trees and plants turn a shade of death as we walk by them, could it be the gas we release as a result of the Genetically Modified Crops that we eat. No it cannot be. The worst thing the GMC does to the human body that has evolved from eating what is natural to what is not natural is an allergic reaction to themselves and others around them.
How dare she be 40 pounds heavier than Angelina Jolie.
Drink this protein shake to give you that extra pack in your six pack. Six pack of beer, fear of being near others without being intoxicated. Increase your crunches and your cigarettes, all to drink ourselves into a desperate state of acceptance by others,
of others, we others, they others, the others,
worst movie ever. Bitch can't even make a wrinkle appear between her $200.00 eyebrows.
But hey, Amen to a society that desires perfection.
Perfection.. even the word sounds like it has flaws. Listen as it slips out of your mouth without ever being registered by the brain.
RED LIGHT
STOP SIGN
FLARE GUN
oh look at the pretty colors, I guess this word means well.
No it has not been wars of religion, or skin pigmentation, or phallic desires for world domination.
Why look too far when the answer slips right past your tongue without being noticed by your brain,
well he's hung its okay, he makes up for it some way.
Experimentation, by some 4 headed being. 4 heads, yes thats all it takes to kill 20 million people. Four fucking bobbing heads seated on the Security Council, lounging on a couch built by a man they walked by on the side of every street begging for money. His child wants to read at school and learn what is to be taught by a system tied up in naughts that is not to take note of. A naught we find such comfort in, wedged between a simple dichotomy that stems from the same lineage;
The desire for perfection, they desire perfection, I desire perfection, we desire perfection.
And yet we preach that the desire for glutiny is weak.
And thus in our desire for perfection we are imperfect.
How beautiful we be, this state of 19th century "shuneverythingthatcannotfitintoacompactbox"... with a label on the top. a label that can be removed with a scratch of the nail, a scrape of a key, and yet we feel the need to base our entire being on these categories.
Gay, Straight, Cunt, Freak, Man, Woman, Religious, Fictitious, Superstitious. CAN I NOT BELIEVE IN WHATEVER I NEED? or am I conformed to your definition of "the land of the free?"
land, journey, path, pavement, cement. Imagine a world without a smooth surface. But have no fear, we will still put you in heels and corsets and Fitch and Gap to savor our desire to be Labeled.
I must go, my favorite show is on TV. I first heard about it on CNN, or Fox News, or MTV. No matter, they all are a reliable means of the truth we all need.
peace.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Present the future to the present self.
Presenting the future tense.
A hypothetical notion that gives humans the right to selfish devotions based on a statistical "maybe".
A plan or strategy to dictate the next few years based on self or collective interpretations of current events.
A desire to avoid the truth about today by promising a better life in the hours of tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be a better day,
Tomorrow will be a new day,
Tomorrow, it will all go away.
Presenting the present tense.
A presence that exists right now, with no escape into the what-if realm
A current event that gives people the self-perceived right to plan ahead.
A desire to avoid the unknowns of tomorrow by consciously living by the minutes that control the hours.
Today is a beautiful day,
Today is a new day,
Today, it will all be taken care of.
Presenting the conditional tense.
The dependent clause that results from the independent.
The future that results from the present.
For every action there is a reaction.
But if the future is a reaction to a present action, then why create hypotheticals ?
Why make an educated guess on what is to come based on something that has not yet been done ?
Fear? Protection? Or the satisfaction of being in control ?
If X results in Y, then why predict Y if X is still a variable ?
because X was not, nor will be created in a vacuum.
A hypothetical notion that gives humans the right to selfish devotions based on a statistical "maybe".
A plan or strategy to dictate the next few years based on self or collective interpretations of current events.
A desire to avoid the truth about today by promising a better life in the hours of tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be a better day,
Tomorrow will be a new day,
Tomorrow, it will all go away.
Presenting the present tense.
A presence that exists right now, with no escape into the what-if realm
A current event that gives people the self-perceived right to plan ahead.
A desire to avoid the unknowns of tomorrow by consciously living by the minutes that control the hours.
Today is a beautiful day,
Today is a new day,
Today, it will all be taken care of.
Presenting the conditional tense.
The dependent clause that results from the independent.
The future that results from the present.
For every action there is a reaction.
But if the future is a reaction to a present action, then why create hypotheticals ?
Why make an educated guess on what is to come based on something that has not yet been done ?
Fear? Protection? Or the satisfaction of being in control ?
If X results in Y, then why predict Y if X is still a variable ?
because X was not, nor will be created in a vacuum.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Desire
In heat. Your scent is an aphrodisiac that entices my blood to rush in one direction. A single image of you is enough to throw me into a fit that only a deprived drug addict can relate to. I crave. The concept of modesty no longer applies when you are around me.
I want to explore your being with my tongue.
I want to tease your neck with my teeth.
Dont ask me to lay down on the bed, or to transition into another position. Force yourself on to me like a lion does its pray. Control my being in any manner you want, for right now, I am your means of pleasure. I am your sex slave. I am your gateway to a realm that is located thirty miles north of pain, and 10 miles south of pleasure.
In return for this sacrifice I ask of you to simply engulf my body and make me come again, and again.
People wonder who it is that makes me feel the way I'm feeling as I tell you this tale. I say nothing. For you are my secret.
Only I shall know the map to my treasures.
Only I may have a taste of the forbidden fruit the world has misinterpreted time and time again.
Seduce me, I ask of you, today, tonight, from dusk till dawn.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Room 146
Sitting upright on a hotel bed adorned with 6 pillows of which only 2 are used on average, I find it impossible to digress from the thought of you. Yes, ladies and gentlemen and those who do not associate with the latter two categories, I am in love.
Love... ask yourself what love means to you. Take a moment, lift your eyes from the screen that is most probably set on a brightness level that suits your comfortable lifestyle, and think about the definition of love. How was the setting? too bright ? too dim ? or as Goldilocks puts it, just right. Because to me, the love I feel right now is in a constant state of fluctuation. And I think it is perfect. Too boring of a world it would be if I could order love online, based on a survey that made a thorough analysis of my personality to match Mr.bigcockheart23, and wake up every morning knowing exactly what to expect. Don't get me wrong, predicting the future sounds quite fun. But I would choose a different kind of love any day. The kind of love that cannot be foreseen. The kind of love I feel right now.
Yes, I am alone in a hotel room surrounded by 6 pillows,
Yes, tonight I shall break the average use of 2 pillows, by placing 3 behind my body to resemble yours.
Yes, we are no longer together as lovers because you slipped and fucked up, and though forgiven not forgotten, I won't take you back.
I am still so madly in love with you. My heart is openly bleeding like the latest scene on True Blood, and I feel fantastic.
And as I start to slowly sink lower into the white sheets that smell like a dollar bill in room 146, I let my vulnerability resulting from the thought of you cradle me to sleep.
goodnight.
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