Sunday, April 29, 2012

For You Whoever You Will Be

I had a really unique experience yesterday. Or yesternight to be precise. I was in a bar and understandably sozzled. I met a girl there. She excited me beyond anyone I have ever been excited by. For those 3 hours I was there, everything else but her ceased. I wrote this for her. This is the unedited version. I've never done something like this before. Nor will I do it again. Perhaps.

Inexpressible as it is I'm drawn to you

I see myself in fields of green because that's what this reality represents

I don't know why I feel the way I do

I don't understand what makes me so

Makes me think of places I want to go

With you

With places I want to explore

Within myself

I want to know


Thursday, April 12, 2012


I don't know where I'm going. Or why I'm going. I do know how though. Logic devoid of reason is Chaos. All the more so because it wears a cloak of Order.

Erasing the lines across your face
Across the trail left by the things left unsaid
What you cannot erase shall cease anyway
And build up and destroy its own

Its a testament to unreality
Because only that exists what we see
Everything that exists is so because we
Dream it up in our own pseudo-rationality
Not realizing that we're rationalizing
Until infinity
Swallows and is swallowed by

Like a snake
Eating its own tail
Going round in a circle
And in its own destruction it sustains
Itself mindlessly
There is no time if there is no

Is a shadow
Of what doesn't exist
In not-being it is-not
And thus is the anti
And in the anti it is
As a mirror of what is
And what will be
Is in the anti not-is
And never-be
Like infinite spirals in

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Fade to Perfection

Erase the mistakes you made
When it's all gone you remember
You have nothing to trade
For you have nothing else
To swap but the emptiness
That fills you

Do you want to be hollow?
It's the only way
To be perfect because all is erased
And in the fires of regret
The fanning winds of change
Have scoured and abraded away
Everything imperfectly you
Once were remains only
In the way you