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Queen UlyssesYou build me up
and break me down
I can't take anymore
My dreams have gone and
Drowned on your mind's shore
What once was love can't be found
What once ignored no more
You build me up
and break me down
I can't take anymore
My sweet love
At cold Neptune's mercy
My worries are to earthy
I'm not worthy, come home.
HesitationWe live under a mountain of snow that slowly accumulates as we drift into sleep.
From this mountain a small signet of light can be seen, if one ventures to the peak, just before the harsh wind seeks to return you to the white blindness. This light, comes from a door, left slightly ajar. A door that lives on the edge of a withered field. The cows have left the grass uneven, yet a path can be seen, giving it's origin to this mysterious door. This cold and harsh environment could never let you reach this destination. So you must sit and wonder until spring comes, and the river returns full of lively fish.
MiS PaLaBRasMis palabras
Son impotantes para mí
Pero, en cualquier lenguaje
Mientras yo miro a la prosa
Infundada. ¿Tienen sentido las palabras?
¿solamente lo tienen a uno,
que está dispuesto a asimilar la importancia
que el autor hubiese querido?
¿Si no tuviese lentes
Serían más importantes las palabras
que no más tengo que forzar para ver?
¿Por la creciente
Desbaratar la deficiencia de mis ojos
Que quiero corregir.
Las palabras pierden su sentido?
¿Que cosa nos hace leer?
Y estar prudente en el análisis de esto?
Ode to the Water BottleWhy are you not wise water bottle?
Filled with the stuff of life and
Hated, must you spend those
Wasteful years among the
Saddened and ruined things
Depressing that it's your parents who hate
the ones who proclaimed you
Now are your enemy
This pure chalice
lay in form
while the others waste into the natural cycles
when they mold into you
will they hate you so?
may the journey of your offspring
be filled with valor
you never stop growing
and only is the way up
sorry, just keep growing maybe one
will realize what he has done
but until then,
I will plant your seeds,
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
iHer eyes clouded by
nightmares of the past
Angst controls her life
as shadows chase her
each and every day
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
you can't have it allBut you can have eating wild grapes and their skin like beetle wings
cocooned in bruises. You can have swings that go so high you kick
a hole in the clouds. You can have chickens following you through the front door
and the cat’s gift to say, Look, I am taking care of you.
You can have happiness, but tempered as
your first taste of wine when you hid your puckering face
because you were eight years old and dangerous.
You can have a touch you blush for, ferret hands dancing,
small and terrifying and knowledgable.
You can have an aspiration of “us” held on one stool leg, darting breaths but
never admitting to dreams, to a stew of practicality.
You can talk to her, sometimes,
and even mean something.
You can have the book you stole after she stumbled,
and “that” word sank into your hands. You can’t cure cancer,
but you can have two sets of spoons in the same sink
although she’s only touched the one you lent her,
the one you didn’t expe
UntitledPave me into a building and I should feel more important than ever,
Place me into a cloud and I shall feel like god.
Nail me into wood and I shall feel as I am nature.
Build me into your home, and I shall always feel warm.
Construct a monument in my honor and I shall feel vapid
Worship me and I shall feel overestimated.
Carry me and I shall feel helpless.
Tell me and I shall feel sorry.
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