Someone Told Me To Stop Dreaming
I have a haiku
For just about anything
That you think does not
Deserve poetry.
How can you scorn what you don’t
Even understand?
~
Or, more aptly, The Only Time When You Can Tell Me To Stop Dreaming
I have a haiku
For just about anything
That you think does not
Deserve poetry.
How can you scorn what you don’t
Even understand?
~
Or, more aptly, The Only Time When You Can Tell Me To Stop Dreaming
The Dust That Dreams
She dreams
Of better days
With songs of summer in her soul
Sunshine to kiss away
The darker days of a world
That has forgotten scales
The sins of the world, they
Come and go, irrelevant
In the face of the waves
The summer stars paint her dreams
In a stretch of velvet black
Of vastness, of infinity
If only
She could just
Listen to the ocean
It would tell her things
A truce only ever means
One thing, and that is to find
Alternative ways to win.
I don’t suppose
You’ll understand that
Since
I killed you
When you weren’t looking
Just as you might have
Killed me, when I was
Still convinced
That you wouldn’t.
AWAY
Ere the eve of morn you behold
Yonder tales from a void yet untold.
By Reason it dwells not but be bold
For the currency of sleep you hold.
It asks to forget thy times of yore
It beckons, forget tomorrow’s sore
Clear now is the fickle mind you sold
Henceforth, the winding paths
U N F O L D
Something
Stirs in the black
Smelling of flesh
And blood.
A crow
Cries to the world
Of a ritual taking place
A death.
From the embers,
There arises
Another lifetime
Of Phoenix.
Afflicted passions to settle
The writing and deletion,
Setting this world
On fire.
Reap and sow
The debts of time
In death and rebirth, of
Alpha and Omega
The person behind WordFish is going to work in China for a month until early June, where Tumblr, among other sites, is, sadly and unfairly, banned. I hope you will all be well in the mean time.
Eat fruit and drink and be merry! Prost! ;)
Yeah and we couldn’t sit around for hours,
Sit around for hours
Because those things
Those things we never got to do,
But I’ll always remember you
Sunlit paradigm
Eyes as April’s dew
Dancing ‘round the winter cold
I’ll always remember you
I’ll always do.
The deep hallow sky reminds me of who i was before the fall
An affinity with the stars as I freighted towards the endless all
And as forever tore me apart, I am humbled back to this piece of rock
A certain gravity has pulled me back to this evergreen block
Beside that same old patch of land where I was built
I am a man of this world with nothing but a basket hilt
But that never stopped me.
So I went to the coast and gathered a few twigs
I said “it was easier before but it seems worth a pound”
My hands already smudged with wounds from figs
But I still crafted that same old raft the second time around
And so I wait for the wave that would bring me to back to the cherry hill top.
Where the silence belongs to the dreamer and the sun doesn’t shine
Where the city lights made me believe that the world was mine
And so, would I be a lesser person if I start to play by your rules? Why, yes, I feel—it’s only ever a matter of getting versus earning. Of you versus my principles; whichever is the weightier? That is, if dignity means as much to you as it does to me, we have our final answer. It’s not you. Never you.
I’m not a mystery
For you to solve
Not a book
For you to read
Not broken
For you to fix
Not guarded solely
To keep you guessing:
I’m not
To be fucked with.
Certainly
I’m not yours to discard
After the chase
Luz, lucha por ella
Hija de alguna estrella
Perdona la tardanza
De esa esperanza.
Haz lo que debes
Ya por cierto sabes
Todo está por la mente
Ganarás últimamente.
Don’t ask me to pay
For debts that, in the first place,
You’ve long since owed me.
Tonight has all the makings
Of a frigid, jazzy night
The stench of cigarette smoke
And a serving of rum
To remind you of dreams past
I’m just taking time to polish
The pistol that I try not to shoot
Murky yesteryears with—
And for all that stand in the way
Of those promised tomorrows
