Actually. In an alternate universe. Where 5 equals. 19 and 8 is still 8. You would be considered a genius. And we wouldn't be having this conversation. You would be over there. With the Czech intellectuals. - From Artistic By-laws
Friday, February 6, 2015
Dog Sign
I hear my dog breathing somewhere underneath the couch. It is four o’clock in the morning as I am typing. He is fast asleep, completely unconscious, at the care, that I am conscious of his breathe, the force that puts him into my life. Is beyond everything. .
Marchesa Casati
. . . where we cycle off with all our jazz musicians, all our vicious actions, our fine dined words, everything we have created, to a neatly awaited corner of the universe, where that time has already passes.
Just Further It
No further leapt, no further crossed. But looked upon steadily
At the sea. The breathe with which always aroused her to her writing.
Breathed beneath her intentional palms, and loving knees.
She crossed my mind. A thousand times a night. Yet could never break through to my heart
The sweet sadness of experimental youth, turned to burning engines of gasoline lines
I stood up tall. I ceased to be, or to know whatever I saw. I stopped trying to qualify
For my life. For I was originally creator of it all. The lies, the truths the bondage,
all erased with sex and time. They exist in pure carnage. I exist above dead spines.
To exist to dominate, to exist to seduce, was mere foreplay in dwindling times.
Literature explorations, nipple tickle, a sadness brewed inside my coffee, for the inattentive
cases of life. No way which I bend. No way which I stood still. Nothing helped faster, then to say hello to myself inside. She told me to feed the chatter, honey soup, and listen to your writing, for it’s talent. We are done with the adult disappointments of a premature youth. When something ends, exist wisely. Without closing up the wound with drugs and spirituality. Close them up, in action and doing. For that is what all was done and written for. To better action. Is what spirit means. The right spirit behind the action. Is the right action. The right attitude, the right understanding a the right improvement. Just be. Right is not, right and wrong. Right is your being. TO be right in your being. Right in the centre of you. Write. Right?
Infinite
The frame around the mirror had shattered
Her night brought an awakening with the spectacular moon
She could change, she could change, now again once more
Into her desired, and stilled , infinity
Destruction form of creation
The lips, the smell, of her bearded tattoo
The chaos that envelops her body, it dies
The words that vibrate her truth through the storm
Her words, of value were born in Her heart.
Image of the gypsy with satin white skin
And eyes that wonder about empires of gold
The city stood still, before her morning gaze
The city was sold, to the tourists walking around
In their gypsy dresses
No authenticity to find but inside
Her red flag of ownership
The coiled snake in her braided hair
The cold heart, knows how to cool
Her gypsy fury. The locked in actress
Of her soul, would snap the chains of memory
And break loose
Break loose
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