February 2012
13 posts
Eyes.
I open my eyes and meet a pair more,
That rattle me to my very core,
I breathe and breathe, my heart’s displayed,
Within that window, all else fades.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...”
– Jack Kerouac
All Ends.
I open the door,
You demand I go,
I plead for more,
You daresay no.
I tremble and quake,
As you scowl and glare,
I shake shake shake,
As you stare stare stare.
I run away fast,
You shut me out slow,
I cry out at last,
For it’s you I don’t know.
The sun beats down red,
I have gone mad,
The stars have been shed,
For that I am glad.
“Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous,...”
– Life of Pi (via exhalingmercy)
Row (Part 2).
I stand up.
All of a sudden it hits me, the world fades out.
My arms are heavy, hands frozen, wrists hurt.
My vision blurs, focuses in out in out.
Blackness swells in my pupils, I fight it.
My breathing is slow, deliberate, limited.
I fight it.
My blood pumps pumps pumps.
I hang on.
My legs begin to give way.
I fucking hang on.
I fade.
I fucking hang on.
“My salvation lies in your love.”
Here’s to Now - Ugly Cassanova.
Row.
I sit.
I strap in, grab the bar.
I am nervous.
I am new.
A command is barked, I push with my legs, extend, follow through with my arms.
Repeat.
Finish, arms, up, body, fourth, catch.
Repeat.
I fall into a sort of trance. The rhythm fixes my vision straight ahead, I stare at the monitor. The numbers change 24, 22, 23, 23, 24, 25, 25, 26, 26, 24, 24, 24. I don’t look away.
I sweat,...
Man Meets Mortality.
The thumb stuck out amongst the dusty air.
“Where you headed?”
“I don’t know.”
“What?”
“Can I have a ride?”
“Yeah.”
The car surged forward along its path.
“Where you from?”
“I don’t know.”
“What?”
“Where are you headed?”
“You tell me.”
Silence.
...
January 2012
8 posts
“I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.”
“I close my eyes and I let my body shut itself down and I let my mind wander. It...”
– A Million Little Pieces
The Dominant Primordial Beast.
I look him straight in the eye. He returns the hostility with vigor. The stare down lasts about 6 heartbeats, and then we’re off. He goes right, I go left. Then we both come at each other head on. A dull thud echoes in the distance. The heartbeats return.
His teeth flash like lightening and his good eye burns like fire. I return the challenging glare once more, except this time I growl. He...
Absence.
You are alone.
There is nothing around you.
There is no one to talk to.
There is no place to hide.
You are completely exposed.
And yet, you continue
To seek Substance.
December 2011
14 posts
Eve.
I laid down and just listened to the subtle stillness.
A clock ticked a ways off, and the heater kicked on after a while, yet all that I felt was silence.
I saw only lights behind my eyelids, uncountable crystals of dazzling wavelengths all carrying the same message.
What a beautiful night.
It seemed as if the world had finally slowed and gone to sleep.
“Never stop exploring.”
The Apparition.
Come look, dear children, feast your eyes,
I’ve a trifle that’s bound to surprise,
I know not its merit or make,
Yet people adore it, for reasons opaque.
It lurks in the kitchen, it crawls up the walls,
It slithers, slides, and sneaks down the halls.
It drives people mad, and causes great pain;
A cancer; to each man a bane.
Watch out, dear children, you’re bound to...
Don’t question his motives, damn it.
He wants to live.
He wants to enjoy.
He wants to taste.
He wants to feel.
He wants to see.
He wants to enlighten.
And most of all, he wants to exist.
Don’t ask me why.
“The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.”
– John Muir
“We’ll come back for Indian summer.”
“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.”
November 2011
2 posts
“In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.”
October 2011
12 posts
Larger than Life.
It is quite extraordinary how many things one can observe on any given afternoon.
I see ants marching to and from the hill.
I hear the calls that take them to their monarch.
I smell the odor that results from their progress.
I taste the staleness of their work.
I feel the structure that binds them in place.
These things exist, and I know it. Yet I still cannot fathom their meaning.
Lua - Conor Oberst & Gillian Welch.
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles...”
– Robert Frost
“My witness is the empty sky.”
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
“If it’s wild to your own heart, protect it. Preserve it. Love it. And...”
– Rick Bass
September 2011
17 posts
