Monday, October 8, 2012
Monday, April 5, 2010
Intersections
I stop in the streets
to make the order stop
to make them see
they're
all
wrong
going in the wrong direction.
I tell them to see
where they're headed
why and with whom
and why
and wrong.
Everything is wrong
and they all run over me
just because I stop.
september 17th 1992 15 years old
to make the order stop
to make them see
they're
all
wrong
going in the wrong direction.
I tell them to see
where they're headed
why and with whom
and why
and wrong.
Everything is wrong
and they all run over me
just because I stop.
september 17th 1992 15 years old
Selfishly Unsure
I never felt quite big enough
to walk outside alone.
And wherever in life
when I was there,
I never felt quite at home.
july 19th 1992 15 years old
to walk outside alone.
And wherever in life
when I was there,
I never felt quite at home.
july 19th 1992 15 years old
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Into the Hollows
Walking up the hall with my ego,
thinking thoughts of Zen.
I smile and look in the windows,
watching myself again.
At every instant,
in every single passing
mocked by ego and Zen.
With every step,
I plunge into ditches--
The hollows of self-destroying men.
march 22nd 1995 18 years old
thinking thoughts of Zen.
I smile and look in the windows,
watching myself again.
At every instant,
in every single passing
mocked by ego and Zen.
With every step,
I plunge into ditches--
The hollows of self-destroying men.
march 22nd 1995 18 years old
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Oxford Moron
The soot disguising the gold
The wanderer
kicked it as he would a rock.
Unaware, so high in air
Ignorant of the wealth
he so sought.
february 24th 1995 18 years old
The wanderer
kicked it as he would a rock.
Unaware, so high in air
Ignorant of the wealth
he so sought.
february 24th 1995 18 years old
One Fine Day
And I will have to feel it
Everything that does occur
For blessed and yet cursed am I
in spirit
Words make me soft
Thoughts weaken my spine
And coats everything
with gruesome rhymes
One fine day
Where is it?
When is it?
That one mine day
I will be heard by thee to say
"Through days and nights
I was drown in sentiments,
the sentiment of poetry--
But I did savor the taste
the sensation of beauty."
march 16th 1992 15 years old
Everything that does occur
For blessed and yet cursed am I
in spirit
Words make me soft
Thoughts weaken my spine
And coats everything
with gruesome rhymes
One fine day
Where is it?
When is it?
That one mine day
I will be heard by thee to say
"Through days and nights
I was drown in sentiments,
the sentiment of poetry--
But I did savor the taste
the sensation of beauty."
march 16th 1992 15 years old
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