abyss hopping

prayer in words, thought, action

2009-06-16T14:02:00.000-07:00

oh my what we've fallen through, into

not in two

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expectations of sunken battleships, locked lips, chemical drowned sorrows

friends say they miss another so low

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bailing, flailing, flying away

it's the only way i'll see my day, our way.

let's go for it, deep breaths, fingers dance across your back in a caress

my arms at your waist
, a smile radiates your face
(sun in heart, beams make it glow)
we'll never stop dancing

ghosts in vertigo

2009-04-01T22:46:00.000-07:00

(left a signal there, underneath where the kids flock by. on their way to sadness, madness, perfection, i digress. which way? that way this way shake it off when nothing challenges change.
when have the words left behind ever meant a non-apocalyptic instance?
)
cause oh the storms'll rage, weather set aside days for muddying the mind.
got no reason to fight with the season, other than fetal anarchistic tendencies to scream REVOLT! REVOLT! revolve with the chemicals, atoms, the wind oh baby let 'em make ya spin
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do you smell it? the way skeletons let the life they once set structure to subside.
two, caught in static, left ecstatic, breathless, selfless, helpless)

when it's one decision, one move on a chessboard'll decide who you haunt, what essence of being will flinch at the touch of your fingertips. all those previous mistakes lead us to this, but to what? for our bones to hold each others. for our breath to flow into the sand, merging with the sigh of god.

i tell myself it's meant to be, and on some/sun/days i really do believe.

...in the human soul
...in the dizzy feeling i get
...in love

by the day, i realize each is realer than i thought.

converge vs. submerge

2009-02-17T11:22:00.000-08:00

the smell left in the air sucked the breath right out of my lungs. blankets stacked so high makes me wonder if they partook. the question of death? the manifest fears all rolled into one. let's smell them but only as a connoisseur. let's see each line cross the other one in the form of ghost signals, each one a link straight from the heart. they're each going to converge before they submerge, as the light from each sad silhouette paints itself to the next one like a domino reaction and we're left with black.

i felt your presence in the air so dear. don't give me up and i won't stop the stance. i'll remain where i longed to be, in the midst of it. don't bleed us dry! the smell left on my pillow resolves and resounds the single stop. i never want to forget, let me wrap my arms around your back and hold you close as long as i can

on faith and all

2009-02-06T10:54:00.000-08:00

faith is a word that drips down the back of my brain and falls onto my spine. it conjures images i never thought existed, dreams i always hoped would breathe life. falling out of religious sentiments was when i realized how real it all is. moving from faith to glee; from my hands folded together at my heart and all my wishes made known in a whisper, to my hands clutched around a bottle or pipe as i take in chemicals and feeling only part of the bliss man was made for. constructing feelings out of destructing cells. feelings that should be there in the first place if not for some blanket sense of neurosis. ripping apart silence inside a soul to see all that glows chrome both inside and outside of these biological beings that most call "us."

moving along faith has become everything i am instead of something i simply wished on and blew out a fucking candle. faith has become an infinite void of knowledge, an endless dream and wonder for all that could be, all that isn't, and all that probably is. faith was once a small part, then it became just desire in a black room. now it's become my all.

picture it colorless

2009-01-26T13:28:00.001-08:00

and render it bloodless. i don't want to see them at the end, bottle those fears up by draining the bottle. wishin' on we hold tight to our perspective, a three pound version of everything. flip the switches and grab on for dear life, love. we'll see an end to this if only in the form of dying organisms. set the magnifying glass just right and we can burn scars in our hands, burn stars in our heads. lack of entity belittles us, let's stretch our fingers out and LET go. that's when it's time.
now's when it's time to marinate these hours in our blood