Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Thursday, August 28, 2008
 
relativity

i warned you;

the last word is
not yours; not

yours; now
that you have; agreed
to read on; let me tell you;

that
the greatest triumph is:

when you and i compare; i win;
because;

misery finds the greatest companion
in me; me; me.
me.

and me.


cuRRent...jer
 
Sunday, August 17, 2008
 
shrive

If only; I could confess; that I am no warrior at all; if I had to fight her.

This is the drag of night; caught in the slipstream of ennui: but when sleep
wrings my arms; her grip is never so much- a grip - as a grip; but is merely
the touch of a miracle; merely comfort; merely rest. She hauls the blanket
from afar and throws it upon the cadaver of my soul; cover the delirium;
hide the murmurs of a heart. Oh, how she whispers to me. "Good

night for now. And fight the future tomorrow; not tonight." And pray,
that moonshine will take these lifewounds away from hellhounds
and hell.

"And I will be the penance to the awakedness; the pain you feel. Good

night for now."


cuRRent...jer
 
Saturday, August 16, 2008
 
noise

I could only want a piece of peace; for the world crumbles
in noise; is too noisy. Like engines fired up for eternity;
we: the parts are spinning and acting out our parts: man
and their stages; it is fright and their monologues; pride
and their soliloquies. I could only want a piece of peace;
before I crumble like a cookie; wrap myself silly in
the throes of insanity; weeping for mercy.

The world is too noisy; is only capable of noise; only
noise.


cuRRent...jer
 
Sunday, August 10, 2008
 
Remember

i.

To remember is to forget; that we are only human; for-
experience is only illusion; for- when we hold out unto
memory; to remind ourselves that we have
lived; is to escape we have really died;
and become reborn in the fire.

ii.

Yet a man who has no past; has no future; for- when
we struggle to carve history into our veins; we
become lesser than man; more like god;
closer to the devil; more than us.


cuRRent...jer
 
pale as the white breeze, the eye cannot maketh its crease, the trough, the zennith, the power...it speaks...it reeks...Oh! how it piques my curiosity! how it delves into the nebulous truth of reality, how it

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