Cliff point

It’s like the spot on the edge of a cliff Fingers and the heart are sort of numb and blazing hot The only difference is, that we never fall Like a horizon that’s never touched by the sinking sun No warm jacket on a cold night Thriving sea of emptiness Yet this feeling of neverContinue reading “Cliff point”

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How the hell does one do it?

How the hell does one do it? Age gracefully. How do you manage to spin and flow as you dive? As you die? How do you make the best out of winter? How do you cook food and manage kids? Slap on a smile around your family? Pretend to listen to your friends? Sacrifice theContinue reading “How the hell does one do it?”

I find you in the shadows

I find you in the shadows, following me around as if it’s your mission to capture my heart. Shadow souls, thumping beats, colors transmitting through our nerves as if it’s a signal from a universe far off, coming towards me, swirling around me from these shadows, filling my senses with whispers of you, sights ofContinue reading “I find you in the shadows”

Everlasting?

It’s absolutely shocking How quickly this flesh will rot. It’s unbelievable how quickly the dead body is cleaned out of this place. She was just laughing the night before, so alive. It’s unbelievable how everyone that I’ve encountered can dissipate in a second. It’s crazy how soon the flesh can turn to ash, and I’m dumpingContinue reading “Everlasting?”

Own it

Those with greater sensitivities and awareness shouldn’t shy away and hide from the world. The more you know, the more things can seem depressing. If you give up, the short-sighted “smart” idiots will rule. There is importance in the arts, feelings, environment, community, and everything else overshadowed by the convincing nature of fear. Protect it.Continue reading “Own it”

Mothers of the East

Dot on forehead And the red powder along your parted hairs, like a red brick road. The smell of roses, temples, and all things holy, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. The thought of gods and a plate full of flowers for offerings, Held by arms close to your frightened chest; a plate full of hopes and aspirationsContinue reading “Mothers of the East”