Lost Love Lust

Archives: November2010

• exigent.

  It’s cold.
  It’s dark.
  I want to restart.
  I’ve got this heart.
  A journey it would like to embark.
  It’s hot.
  It’s warm.
  I find myself reborn.
  No time to scorn.
  It’s the law that’s sworn.
  It’s clean.
  It’s mean.
  It’s all a time machine.
  My eyes fall through the screen.
  It’s a gene that’s in my vaccine.
  Obviously, it’s a matter of all unseen.

• acta non verba.

  I knock on the door.
  The dried out wood cracks under my knuckles as I thump lightly, hoping nobody will answer.
  But someone does.
  An old man with frantically arranged white hair opens the door and says,”What have you come here for?”
  “The truth.”
  “The truth, which truth?”
  “The one I believe.”, I say as I make a step forward.
  “What you [...]

• catlytic catastrophy.

  This will not be poetic.
  This will not be inspiring.
  This will be a release.
  A catharsis of otherwise redirected and refiled thoughts flowing through my brain.
  Everything I’ve ever known is nothing.
  I somehow manage to pass my latest anatomy exam by lying awake through the night.
  Writing, frantically so, and for what?
  So a series of letters on a paper [...]

• bubbles of expansion.

  I am a bubble.
  I am a cloud.
  I am everything I’m not allowed.
  I take flight late in night, when all feels right.
  My mind, at elevation beyond comprehension.
  Realization of all invention, in a different dimension.
  My attention, no longer in prevention.
  There is a certain suspension in the thought of apprehension.
  But my mind fly’s as I feel my body [...]