November 2011
1 post
September 2011
6 posts
It's a cool night
of orange marshmallows in the sky,
of tickling pinpricks of drizzle, with the summer ground and few fallen rotting leaves
giving us the smells of coming Autumn— thick and sweet with dew
and distantly crisp.
It’s another thoughtful-feeling night
of really just feelings, of trying to find with inward eyes, that which ever eludes me.
A place for Atman or Him himself— a path of...
Love and Conversation
Those are ones whose beautiful talk
opens our minds
as we explore them with new perspectives,
who are just too displaced to maintain
such bonds made rarely,
to whom I could never give all the Love
that we’ve made.
They’re the friends both closest and stunted
and cut so short
just at the moments I can hear their minds.
They’re the truest loves
whose adoration I must yet...
while waiting for your message
you’re dancing wisps of vapor which I can’t touch
you’re only in my head
where your liquid hair feels like the breeze
from a butterfly’s wings,
you’re dreams that leave my memory at awakening
you’re a tumbling thought
that with patience is always filling in the spaces
where you should be.
gbf
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“The portal of the miraculous life opens when the senses blend into one and the...”
– Almine (via lucifelle)
July 2011
9 posts
“mother earth is dying and we continue to fuck her to death. play with your own squish… the future is in your hands… no, the future is in your hand.”
yea, we talked, but it was small. you heard my thoughts, cus I spoke them all.
i only ever wished, to hear yours, but sometimes our conversation, just hit the floor.
now its not the same, cus you came to me open, with all your love and pain and so insane.
i’ve wondered when your mind asundered would recognize, with your ocean eyes,
that i’ll listen every day to all you have to but...
"up here,"
he said, placing a hand on his head, “I am a man. I think like a man, but am still a child to people who think their experience is the best source of advice. They think it’s good just because they have it- but everyone is biased, everyone sometimes takes from memories only what they want, not what’s true, not always viewing with a broad perspective. Experience can lack in...
US
for now, ignorance is bliss
and it will always be,
until the fan the shit hits.
‘going green’ is still a stunt.
we think we make a difference,
but presume at noon we’ll get our lunch.
but one day our precious routines
will be interrupted.
the fog of resource war will advance,
upon our throne so ignorant.
we may crumble.
if i am still here, contributing,
or rather...
June 2011
8 posts
i say,
making money is easy, I just don’t want to live a lie. we as a nation need money for everything, to not just live, but to feel. which is 100% fucked up. so it makes some sense to deliberately struggle for money, for “life”, just to be forced to appreciate the intangible.
gbf
I believe it.
i believe you when you say that he’s so wonderful, i believe that what i feel is somehow stoppable, i believe with all my heart my heart’s unbreakable, i believe it’s not all over the floor, fuckin rake-able,
like leaves you see, emotions floating in the breeze, fallin down to the ground just to fade into the sea, of distant memory. an entire state of mind, relinquished by the...
Her Skin:
dark like the Nile’s silt;
glows like back-lit cellophane;
sculpted like brown clay.
gbf
May 2011
3 posts
i feel a breeze
but it is a draft,
cool wind pushing through one window,
and out the other.
my hand in the way of slowmoving air,
brings memories of testing wind,
through my fingers.
a smile parts my lips as I speak,
“I feel… a breeze,” at once a presence,
and a present.
gbf
i’ve had the experience
of feeling disgust
when being complimented.
they don’t know the reasons
that i am what is said.
so don’t make me choose
between the lie of ‘thank you’
and cold silence.
gbf
April 2011
21 posts
if you haven't noticed,
i’ve been throwin together a lot of rhyme’s lately… interested in the prospect of remixing some of my beats and having a rap session with some friends. heehee. anyone wanna spit a verse? make a beat?
i take a deep breath and i listen to the freestyles, flowin through my head after fallin outta brotha’s smiles, trapped down here in this carpeted basement, and this girl got so drunk that her fuckin face bent. talkin and jivin in the little social circle, where people make friends a lot faster than turtles, so gently pushed by the alcohol, to to turn flirtation into fucking on the wall....
morning breeze swirls in thru my window
smellin spring in the air, only half these trees are bare.
it’s all that i care now, that time will just pass.
second after second, as breeze tickles my neck and,
i thought i loved the spring, but maybe i love you more.
i thought changin seasons could never a bore,
i thought i’d always be angry at the psuedo-war,
people go and leave, and i...
i think how soon i can see you soon, but really it’s still 3 moons till i hear your shoes. and now that you gone, my mask goes on. cover everything but skin, and people still look in. to these eyes that i sold to you, only you could understand the real hue. they stare through the only holes in my ever changing mask, the eyes, the doors to all souls, and sure as fast, they look empty, fucking...
Watchun:
from metanom: The Formula (by subBlue)
“The guy behind this video gave a presentation at Tech Meetup last night about his website fractal.io.”
OH my. OHHHH, my. that literally made me feel high.
Bittersweet.
Bitter, the thought of staying while you sped away through the sky. Sweet, the feeling of your hands, soft as aphrodite’s, but graced with the strength that only a guitarist acquires.
Bitter, the feeling that I have corrupted my vision of you, one of innocence that is now irrevocably burned with passion. Sweet, the taste of your lips, the sensation with which I label such corruption.
No...
The Bird Singer and His Travel Log →
Charles Kellogg and His Eccentric Efforts to Save the Redwoods (npr)
listen. as the article says, Kellogg can literally sing like a bird.
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March 2011
16 posts
had a spliff when i came inside, and 4:20pm passed by, making a deliberate tribute not needed. but i didn’t realize until after.
till then i sat by the window and gave a few thoughts, bout the prospects of losin a chance, to see a soul-mate in the flesh.
i miss her and it worries me.
added, a fine line between solitude and loneliness now blurs.
then i looked at the clock, and managed a...
