Monday, July 20, 2009

There is a point
exquisitely hidden
by human tissue
and busy veins,
called “No Return”

Situated
deep within
the crimson folds
“to the left, to the left”

I was lost-couldn’t find it
Until you gave me the map
You had drawn in blood
Drawn from me
For me

When you held me
Then a her (sanctity discovered)



When you kissed me
Then a her (sanctity admired)



When you touched me
Then a her (sanctity desired)



When you inhaled me
Then
Her [sanctity molested]



Which brings us back
to the point
referred to
on the map
as

“X”

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Why is it only within folds of pain that you become the greatest most pure form of yourself? Where clarity illuminates everything, and everyone-especially yourself? Why is pain the price you have to pay to experience your true humanity? And why wasn’t I given a say in it? Why wasn’t I asked if I’d like to participate in this freak show or not? Of course, I have to assume there is a purpose to all this that just hasn’t been revealed yet (surprise! surprise!)-or I’ll go insane. Sometimes I wish I could go insane.

Depart

How many times must I mourne you?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I crave an honest to God conversation. No bullshit.