absolutely, absolute
absolutely, absolute
your honor,
your home,
act 1 scene now;
engage, engage.
your honor,
you are home
here and now
in safety relatively,
you're such a charmer,
your honor,
that we have all
made ourselves warm;
absolutely
in fact.
my darling
prince charming
how fine, in your livery
you now look,
towards a better future,
we struggle,
my darling,
we struggle,
if it please you,
my lady
if it may treat you,
at once,
I will find
some kind of matter
to treat you
my lady, at once.
absolutely,
my honor,
how privy
to your thinking,
that gives me
my pleasure
and it does please me,
all at once,
absolutely absolute,
my darling,
my prince charming,
if ever
or never
there was meaning
in our teaching
we would be wiser,
yes, wiser,
and smarter,
from the truth.
absolutely, absolutely
most definitely,
yes truly
my darling
my honor
what an honor
to speak-
absolutely, absolutely
most definitely
my honor
my darling
yes truly
what an honor
to speak-
if only
yes only,
if you were my truth,
oh only
certainly,
my truth,
is you.
simply baby
my honey
my kindred
my sunny
most lively
most lovely
most beautiful
and true
simply sunny
and happy
and together with you
now i've spoken
yes told you
everything, I should.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I want to be alone
I don't care about the outside
right now,
the only thing to want
is to be alone;
to think about the ones that have passed
what happens when they go
to me and you
i want to think about the way
things move
and how that moves
and how the time around us moving
makes us go
me and you
i want to be alone
to know that i am here
to understand how
a flame flickers bright red
and then is black
and no more
there is something stirring
in my chest, from being alone
and it strikes me deep and strong
killing time, making me immortal
when im alone the summed up life
flashes and you focus and you
picking the most definite of moments
keep going, ride along
follow it until you are back to being alone
right now,
the only thing to want
is to be alone;
to think about the ones that have passed
what happens when they go
to me and you
i want to think about the way
things move
and how that moves
and how the time around us moving
makes us go
me and you
i want to be alone
to know that i am here
to understand how
a flame flickers bright red
and then is black
and no more
there is something stirring
in my chest, from being alone
and it strikes me deep and strong
killing time, making me immortal
when im alone the summed up life
flashes and you focus and you
picking the most definite of moments
keep going, ride along
follow it until you are back to being alone
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
notes on survival
i like to keep useful
and let time pass
Y listen
N listen
keep your cause in high spirits
and discover
ancient things
keep your knife sharp
when the sun rises
& you're still up,
shiver
stare
float
become undone
keep love
keep pain
keep heart
keep vision
and let time pass
Y listen
N listen
keep your cause in high spirits
and discover
ancient things
keep your knife sharp
when the sun rises
& you're still up,
shiver
stare
float
become undone
keep love
keep pain
keep heart
keep vision
Saturday, April 19, 2008
con sum p t ion
the bowery laughter livid living along the bread line burning brightly in front of stripes & collars passing forth the drugs.
the beast snarling early in the morning; us in cages smelling foully of contrasting suns.
empathy filling every cup, bowl & plate unable to eat with any utensil but the mouth origin of love (organ)
the guise of cleaning cages to free the people frees the substance-things inside.
crying cold salty hot angry tears melt the sidewalks exposing the earth where seeds force themselves into the ground
everything small but shrinking
us hungry but eating
them alone but meeting
music playing and dancing
revelry diminishing
the beast snarling early in the morning; us in cages smelling foully of contrasting suns.
empathy filling every cup, bowl & plate unable to eat with any utensil but the mouth origin of love (organ)
the guise of cleaning cages to free the people frees the substance-things inside.
crying cold salty hot angry tears melt the sidewalks exposing the earth where seeds force themselves into the ground
everything small but shrinking
us hungry but eating
them alone but meeting
music playing and dancing
revelry diminishing
Labels:
cage,
consumption,
julian labounty,
poetry,
up / down
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