Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Notes Collected




A thing is only what is appears to be based on the perception of the viewer. 
Think what are the assumptions being made. 
The body becomes inscribed by each series of events. 
Bodies are coded, a paradox of state and the individual. 
Consider what is being free. 
Reason may rule over the body, control through hierarchy. 
Gesture creates disruption of unity. 
Yet the coded and uncoded slip past everything. 
Sign and meaning is the perception to transform. 
Escape the miscommunication. 
Words are arbitrary relationships to the object. 

Nothing but itself. 

Mumbling



A maddening decent 
Pulsing static eating out the day 
Making waves, stunted by new barriers. 

Don't forget to keep on breathing 
Lungs struggling in resounding 
Annoyance. 

Just wanted to see 
Whats the reason of 
nothingness, puffing away. 

Nice things shine blindingly, 
A sleepless night a doubt in dream 
deep breath and jump. 

It was meant to be a pleasant day.   

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Yes.

I want
you
always to know
I adore you.
 
I adore you.

 

Around You

Spin me
Spoon me
Circles around the sun

Love me
Lick me
Circles around the moon

Find me
Follow me
Circles around the sink

Move me
Maul me
Circles around the water

Trust me
Try me
Circles around the street

Wake me
Wish me
Circles around you

Spin me
Spoon me
Circles around you

Monday, July 9, 2012

poetry book

Dissolution waits


The world is a collection of beautiful things, if only you would open your eyes.

O return to the place that you came from

Be that a place where your soul stirs in the breeze

You close your eyes and fall into the euphoria

Again I find my reason in that corner where I am set free

Carry me with you, to the place of sincerest joy

Living in a fairy story, if only in a dream

I seek out my place in which I came from.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Extremely so, but not Critical

A beauty refined
to toil and wind
A grace througout
to crash and pout
A tone morose
to perch and host
A day undone
to regret and stun

lady be gone without a thought
a day forgot and on goes on