Somewhat of an Oldie

Washed Out

Deep is this sea of pain

The realm of a grand divide.

Broken, brittle bodies

tumbling, cascading

through a bubbling void,

picked clean 

of the dawn’s smudging light

by schools of ebb and flowing fish.

Still.

We shed form for oblivion,

hugging onto the wisps of whales.

Nothing is something

lost beyond the frame of thought.

Haunted lovers wail from sleeping shores,

crumbling with the lapping roars

of water-borne lions.

Surging into totems of empty sound, we sustain our spirit.

Clouds gather about a paper moon,

dimming its light, yet

vignetting its dimensions.

Modest Requests, really.

Yes, as I decompose in the ground in my Mushroom Death Suit (of Infinity), I want all to enjoy the world's finest mint- chocolate ice cream in a coffin-shaped tub at my gala of a wake.

FUCKING GENIUS HOLY SHIT

(Chortle)

Is it lazy to use the word 'inexplicable'? I suppose not, some things are just... inexplicable. All things. After all the fact that there's language in general speaks to this, I'd say. (Mu)rp.

Hey! Here's a poem!

Peopling 

All is hollow, All is burning.

The wind whispers no names.

It’s in the creaking bones of houses

In the flitting wisps of locks of hair

From deep in our bodies, 

and on the tail of every word.

The wind answers to no one.

We wander like fish without gills,

sketching the paths of bees.

Sentient supernovas locked in fleshy wraps

fixing to fade into nothing.

The wind carries one’s shield to the parry,

the flame to its kindling.

It bursts through windows, ringing off walls

howling down hallways, intoned 

with the words of those wise of love.

Battered, our hearts of diamond, husked in steel.

We crack like tree limbs in our shadows

unaware of the wisdom of open skies.

The fabric of Mind is the cushion for all bodies,

for weary souls and lonesome planetoids.

There! There the wind calls home! 

On the final breath of this fragile life,

and the first gasp of the unknowable death...

The Creative Struggle: Tits, Hockey, and Death

I have the unfortunate habit of preoccupying my mind with a plethora of ideas, trying to find their place in whatever I may be working on, and just ending up in inaction. For instance, today I read Sky Doll( a fantastic read), captivated with its ability to go from snarky satire on the nature of mass media and the downright sadness that comes with the perversion of spirituality and, subsequently, humanity. The floodgates open, my mind doesn't know where to settle so it drifts to other things; botany, hockey, the no-thingness of death,so it remains unsettled. It bummed me out for a good while, then I realized... perhaps this is just the typical day in my life. The perceived inanity and frivolity that one's life predominantly is the only place to find the stories. So, I guess I can rest easy tonight.

Ahh yes, my introduction into the blogging world. It's only 2012 after all. But whatever, that's besides the point. I suppose for those who find themselves here will hopefully come to rely on good tunes, good thoughts, and good vibes.
Also, I shall use this space to shamelessly publish my own writing, of which I'm quite stoked on, because if I wasn't I wouldn't have the gumption to keep going. hehe