Meaningfully lost; however self-inflicted was the damage it remained obvious we were deceived and conflicted by the ways in which you’ve come to truly “know” me. Feeling, at times, far less than I had ever before believed. Less than strangers and still distinctly a firm and fallen, forgotten part of a previously unwanted family. With regrets in regards to your deformed and detested thoughts encircling me, as it seems we have cycled through every realm of existence and in such, every possibility. Leaving you left now wondering if I am not your best known enemy. An entity seeking a divinatory … Continue reading Subconsciously,
Don’t talk to strangers. We remind you in gentle waves, such subtle ways. As you defend and we recoil, a snarling presence that lingers awhile. Going in and out of style. “There you go”, in confusion that snares upon a loss of all sensation across a bed of strung-out stares. Where three minds meet; underprepared. Continue reading Underprepared.
Writing didn’t seem to cut it anymore. They wanted more and I could only imagine how that might become a possibility as my thoughts swam out poetically. The words I uttered outwardly in a careless relay of untold sympathies replayed … Continue reading I was in trouble.
Egypt. In no less than 5.5-6 years was a thing. After what is seeming to be another eight lifetimes and three reincarnations of research. One more 11 added to the accurate arrival time of 1:11PM. I stress the ‘no less’ … Continue reading Amnesia pt. II
Spirit matter devised solemnly by soul control and utilized in a purified manner as to channel the harmonious rhythm of all beings, however consciously. To be unified in approach is to remain consciously connected at the root, the very seat … Continue reading A division of the senses: ‘Control’ at 4:08PM
Theoretically speaking You’re mad and I’m still not feeling From little to much of anything, Wondering breathlessly how many minutes Left until you’re leaving and I’m receiving All my backward thoughts, in forward motions I forgot Through recklessness, abandon and … Continue reading Heartbeat
We find ourselves reliving this forgotten dream caught within the fragments of it’s former ways Is this the New Wave? You’re time-warped, tired and missing so much more as you pass by in frail time a host of half-assed scripts … Continue reading Fall 2007: ETA