Friday, August 7, 2009

remembrance of that which is not

Though there is soft pink beauty
out in the world
you stay inside, where it is dark
consumed with what is lacking

post modern verse


This is a beautiful soft pink
In the world
Some of you, here is a dark
Consuming and they lack

Thursday, August 6, 2009

There is only sisyphus in our action


It is man's way of entropy
that burns the bridges
that he himself has built

post modern verse

The entropy is a way for men
, Burn the bridge
He has built his own

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Personal Relations


The things in which she was to love, are the things
that men wanted her too love, and these made
her come to resent that love could be so transparent
with things

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

In a Place of Peace

Shut off your brain
when it decides against
that which waste time
to be against for the
fighting is not as nice
as the quietly subtle

Monday, August 3, 2009

Ballet of Salome. de Sade.

Tho she is a difficult temptress
One must resist, for when temptation is
acted upon
the spell cast is broken and seen for what it is
and yet the temptation is there to receive pleasure
so no matter the outcome
your still behind

post modern verse

Tho it is difficult for her seduction
One must resist the temptation is one
Act
I can see what that has broken a spell of
The temptation is still a joy to receive
Because, regardless of the results
You are still

Sunday, August 2, 2009

At Last

this life exhaust all
no rich no possession
shall never help to extinguish that
so fear not the yellowing of
you eyes, or internalization of experience
for nothing will be remembered
when all is gone

post modern verse


Exhaust all of this life
No possession of the rich
And help to eliminate the
This is the fear xanthosis
Your eyes, or the internal experience
Will be remembered for nothing
When all missing

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Direct Centaur of the Mind

the blurried life of a half man thrashes emotionally through the world
its dark and they take no time to see what is before them
forever left in a world they could cure if only
they listened

post modern verse


Blurred half of the mental life through the world thrashes
And take a long time before it is dark and people have not seen anything
The world was left forever is the only treatment
I heard that