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| Saturday, June 11th, 2005 | |
| 11:30 pm | IRONY It used to be that all over the world, the tallest buildings/structures in a town, city, or village, was the building of worship/spiritual focus to symbolize the importance of this religion; civilization that knew nothing of the civilization that lived just beyond the vast pool of water, shared this with each other, it was an archetype of sorts. Then when we as a society decided to organize and anoint selected individuals with power and privilege, so we erected buildings larger than all previous buildings and we did it in the name of politics. With politics came the invention of currency, and the commercial consumer, and now our tallest buildings are honoring corporations. |
| Sunday, May 8th, 2005 | |
| 4:36 am | OUTSTRETCHED SILHOUETTE ebb and flow smoke and insight ashen fingers protrude from netted sleeves Thumbs the filter head tilted forward back resting against tired brick confessions void of guilt responses void of remorse ebb and flow smoke and insight tips dipped in black adorned with silver eyelids wearily flutter surrounded in shadow subsided confidence clumsy words ebb and flow smoke and insight tremulant consumes the confident concealed in constricting pockets the shadows devour its’ surroundings fingers keep them at bay candid culminates in crackle a sentence abandoned ebb and flow smoke and insight "…as privileged as a whore…" ~eddie~ |
| Sunday, January 30th, 2005 | |
| 5:05 pm | Love this comic  Ragamuffin Which Lenore Comicbook Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Me and my almost three year neice have a grand time with lenore |
| Thursday, January 13th, 2005 | |
| 4:25 am | SHE SPEAKS WITH TONGUES OF THE DEAD I get the impression this has become more than some can handle Grow up When washed ashore Or lost among wooden sentinels When collected in your tiny hands Or lost in your cluttered head I know I’m safe Coiled in your hair Or placed upon your shelf Nose to nose Or stitched into a wound I know I’m safe In lyric Or in praise On the tip of your brush Or buried under your nails I know I’m safe Elbows now rest on bent knees Bangs dissect her eyes Vulnerable thoughts tremor in the wake Fragile kisses attempt fruitlessly to atone Do you remember when I compared your skin to the pedals of an orchid? even in this cold that remains true I’d give anything to play with the hair on the nape of your neck once more. "...and i feel this coming over like a storm again... ~maynard~ |
| Thursday, December 23rd, 2004 | |
| 3:04 am | TIMELESS TRADITIONS As she draws nearer It becomes much clearer I’d gladly give away April Just give me back winter I need it cold I need it cold enough to kill the feeling I am not the same And for that I thank you As she draws nearer Nerve replaced with fear I’d gladly give away May, June, July Just give me back the blackened star lit sky I need it cold I need it cold enough to kill the feeling I am not whole now, yet better And for that I thank you As she draws nearer I’ve become much clearer… “…art, like any other human activity deriving from psychic motives, is a proper subject for psychology…” ~jung~ tiny glow from the nightstand gives you color brush back the hair to stare into your eyes please open them just for a second her history written in scars finger lightly traces your first time sorry eyes closed I read another chapter if you want me to stop just… lit cigarette take it’s last breath we call out shapes in its carcinogenic wake paper winged angle please open them just for a second ivory danced under these willowy fingers when their ready again I’d like to be there “…you say you understand you’ll never understand I’ll say I’ll never wake up knowing how or why I don’t know what to believe in…” ~fiona~ |
| Monday, December 13th, 2004 | |
| 11:24 pm | DIFFERENT LEVELS Inside, outside A concept defined The pink that spreads from the bridge of your nose onto your cheek adds character Shadows spill from your labyrinth Eyes like the insides of an alder A gaze that cuts through the most callused A tale in your heart Misdirection on your tongue “… falling farther from just what we are…” ~scott~ |
| Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004 | |
| 12:34 am | EMBRACE His lips are not moving The voice swirls from inside Teach, tempt, tame, Tilt, talk, taste I am not the same Spread your damaged wing above me Your whisper freezes time Sprockets, cranks, cogs Eyes, mouth, song I am not the same A din swirls from within Static eyelids communicate Sanity, sanctuary, solitary Isolate, separate, silence Blue blends with black, turns to grey Red crawls from within Bleeds to the surface Hallow Hollowed body waits The weight of the feather crushes A breeze erases “…you have to trust it I am eternally yours…” ~bjork~ |
| Sunday, October 17th, 2004 | |
| 4:30 am | DYNAMIC She talks in her sleep words that kill Fall from the unconscious do I have the right to be mad Fill me in on what she doesn’t have the strength to tell words that kill everything inside Bleed from sealed eyes The strength to tell a desperate justification Made in your honor Emotion held back by callused palms Re-sculpted and swallowed once more The fluttering of your lips… Pale winged angel Words that kill "...give you the lungs to blow me away..." ~chino~ |
| Friday, October 8th, 2004 | |
| 1:39 am | IN TO... Aged brick canyon sweats shades of watercolor violets Blackened etched window dully reflect red then blue then yellow Then the violet consumes once more Xy heel arrogantly clatters Xx’s sighs half muffled breath “spitters and splashes” puddle dissects a focused eye follow a creased coat sleeve from shoulder to cuff to the white starched sleeve to it’s sleeve to the weather hardened once white hand down two twisted twigs to the end of a lit cigarette airs’ moisture gathers in now matted hair Unjustified preparation overlooked filed nails “Tweezed” trimmed plucked overlooked a warmth rolls over the bridge of the nose wrist flicks sparks of amber dance atop glass surfaced asphalt silhouetted monster engulfed into a wall fog |
| Sunday, September 5th, 2004 | |
| 4:45 am | THUMBPRINT ON A MOTH’S WING Your effort? Consort? My retort. Reading between all the wrong lines I can’t fathom what all has been lost in translation The dandelion has wilted (the dandelion represents a friendship; I know deep thought is too much for you right now.) A mythology forged A world created and destroyed without notifying the inhabitants It shouldn’t have come as a big surprise to me; your owners manual seems to do that a lot Monkey see, monkey do A branch was laid in your lap, what you did with it is beyond me. Iago, these games you’re playing are pathetic. “… I try to remove myself from one whose’s wrong for me…” As for your thoughts on “tolerance” you’ve completely sickened me. Remember when you would ask me why I was laughing and I wouldn’t tell you? I did that not because of what was said but that you were the kind of person that would think, say or do those particular things and I couldn’t believe I found someone who did those things genuinely and I wouldn’t tell you what those things were because I didn’t want those things to become artificial. A friend of mine was capable of doing those things, and that made me happy to the point of laughter because I knew it was genuine. And to now know that your capable of hurting your friends and merely “tolerating” their existence is disgusting This has the potential to be our longest goodbye, but that’s ENTIRELY up to you. “…you're a stranger so what do I care you vanish today not the first time I hear all the lies…” ~you should know who~ |
| 3:03 am | SIMULATED SELF INDULGENCE seamless beauty rotates ankle anchored to ankle back arched raised arms crossed at the wrists fingers woven palm caresses palm sand that crawls spirals clockwise from the small of her back sand that crawls covers her a thought dances behind listless eyelids seamless beauty rotates a cage of sinew conceals a ball of warmth from between the tendons a swirl of color bleeds color becomes light light becomes solid climbs the ladder of ribs and vertebrae coats her mouth steals the air gathers in the corners of here eyes light that crawls spirals from behind her left ear light that crawls covers her a thought too big to undertake mocks seamless beauty rotates "...I'm jaded now whatever that means by sharing theses things i rip my heart out It's worth my time whatever that means... share with me cause i need it right now let me see your insides or right me off cause i'd rather starve now if you won't open up..." ~bert~ |
| Thursday, April 8th, 2004 | |
| 9:34 pm | A TASTE THAT CRAWLS Screaming in their cells I watched as you changed Your form I watched as my shadow changed its form It mimics you I mimic you Embrace the difference and know that there is nothing below this A candle burns the image in your head I am not alone I know I am not alone Crystallize, solidify, then turn to flesh My shadow adorns skin With a shade of blue that pierces It grows from within Into something more A greater understanding I am not alone “…his searching and wrestling intellect had broken free from a spiritual view of the world to which his feelings still clung. Extra ecclesiam nulla salus--- this saying applies in the highest degree to every man whose spiritual transformation carries him beyond the magic circle of traditional holy images which, as ultimate truths, shut off the horizon: he loses all his comforting prejudices, his whole world falls apart, and he knows as yet nothing about a different order of things. He has become impoverished, as unknowing as a small child, still entirely ignorant of the new world, and be able to recall only with difficulty the age-old experiences of mankind that speak to him from his blood. All authority has dropped away, and he must build a new world out of is own experiences…” Jung Pajamas soaked in blood Split lip Tired eyed A self imposed abandonment A lavender smile Dust filled eyes Dirt smeared cheek Four paralleled gashes Blood blends with dust “…I’m braking at the seams just like you…” ~beth~ |
| Wednesday, March 17th, 2004 | |
| 4:38 pm | Disease A betrayal that was twice forgiven Pick the scabs again little moth girl Yellow is your color But what’s that mean Familiar faces disappointed once again Dusty fingers can have several meanings But is the one that makes me appear the worst truly what you feel Branches shed their coats Triumphant are the breezes Brittle leaves dance Mechanical smile Lock and key statements Do you wish they were ignored? Too bad Change As I stand here I ponder greater things You're no longer a part of A part of your lover's dreams So much for your Common complications So much for your Constant desperation For what's to come It's all been written Down, written down But I feel that a change is A change is gonna come I said I feel so alive now And you know I feel that a change is A change is gonna come As I sit here I'll tell you greater things You're no longer a part of A part of someone else's dreams So much for your Common escalations So much for your Constant fabrications For what's to come It's all been written down, down, down I said for what's to come For what's to come your way It's all been written Down, written down But I feel that a change is A change is gonna come I said I feel so alive now And you know I feel that a change is A change is gonna come You don't know yet You don't know yet You don't know yet But you'll feel it in your soul You don't know yet You don't know yet You don't know yet But you feel it in your soul Feel it in your soul now Do you feel that a change is gonna come? Do you feel that a change is gonna come? No As I lay here I wanna fall asleep No longer, No longer a part of A part of your TV screen A part of your TV dreams I said so much for your So much for your So much for your Your common complications So much for your Constant desperation For what's to come it's all been written Down, written down But I feel that a change is A change is gonna come I said I feel so alive now And you know I feel that a change is A change is gonna come ~kevin~ |
| Wednesday, January 28th, 2004 | |
| 1:37 am | SIGNS AND SYMBOLS A spiral of green On the center of your palm An offer accepted with great honor If I created the heavens this is what it would feel like A shadow dances on the side of your cheek Does it bother you that I watch A spiral of blue on the back of your neck a requiem is carved if I created sleep this is how it would feel I can’t touch the floor an ambiance swirls behind the eyelids a spiral of red on your side a message is written in dust if I created content this is what we would feel all is squared behind a mask he’ll make his stand a spiral of yellow under your finger nails I’ll wait “…to see like your eyes do we are downstairs where no one can see new life brake away tonight I feel like more tonight I…” ~chino~ |
| Saturday, December 27th, 2003 | |
| 1:19 am | INTO THE AIR Have the winds righted the ship A moral dilemma arose creating a new fork in the road I’ve gone against something very important to my sense of self But I liked it and that has created this sense of distress Is this my ate Hey you, You deserve a call And when I can gather the strength and courage I’ll do that I know its probably too late but for sense of mind I’ll try But just to let you know: School was made more difficult than it should have been (nothings new, and I’m sure you knew that) Things between her and I are well and that scares me (again nothings new) The important is still largely going ignored, I feel like I should be lying at this point but I can’t The family is still knocking on heavens door The little one is still growing (she can now count to ten and verbally identify nearly every feature of the face and she informed me that kisses are gross) Work still sucks Holidays were good, that’s largely due to her though. Hope yours went well That was a sad attempt to pretend like my wrongs have been forgotten. If I could get away with it that’s how smooth I would like it to go. I don’t deserve that and I know it. Just wishful thinking. If there’s something that needs to be said that cant deciphered from this let me know from you know who a thousand faces hide behind a thousand mask and it feels as if their eyes are on me maybe that’s vain I feel as though I’ve been conditioned to feel that way but isn’t that the american way been better but have definitely been a lot worse from white to pink to blue from smooth to ripped and cold from 80bps to 0 black lashes bleed love you taste you’ve fallen apart again next time I might not stitch you back together love your taste “…I am my own parasite I don’t need a host to live We feed off each other We can share our endorphins…” ~kurt~ |
| Sunday, December 14th, 2003 | |
| 2:13 pm | …THE WRONG CORD Now my color is the most violent of reds Once again I’m confronted with those vacant of thought A hand smears the lens black 30 days have come and 30 days have gone those 30 days of confrontation 30 days of wrong 30 days of introspection those 30 days I’ve grown strong 30 days have come and 30 days have gone 30 days of confusion after 30 days I know where I belong for 30 days I bled from a wound 30 days long 30 days have come and 30 days have gone when less than favorable situations arise the consideration of others is often over looked if it can be contorted to benefits oneself thanks “…dig the eyes out of my face and I can still see right fuckin’ through you…” ~chad~ |
| Tuesday, November 18th, 2003 | |
| 12:04 pm | QUALITY TESTED 100% GUARANTEED Few and far between Has all fallen on deaf ears How soon will this be forgotten Blue fades from black The yellows swirl above Satisfaction and replacement Words have become permanent Pins and needles conversations Representation has been handed out in my name I’ll always remember what about you Thoughts decay behind reality False confidence breeds hope Strive for something pure Something tangible Something real All that is will never be A surge from within will lead to an unsuccessful attempt What will be learned What will be applied How soon will this be forgotten Whispered suggestions have become the metaphoric blindfold Black bleeds from red The yellows adhere thoughts What became of the pure When did the shine begin to fade I’ve been here the whole time Being keen used to be quality I would pride my self on A phrase sits with crossed legs on my bottom lip But a slight distraction will be my excuse to swallow it down At day brake I’ll make my escape A wave of confusion will be your defense But the undertow will be my undoing A thousand candles will be your legacy My body drifting by the shore will contain mine Engraved in my skin will be our tale The knife lay sheathed behind your back All should be forgotten “…you are the perfect drug the perfect drug…” ~trent~ |
| Saturday, October 25th, 2003 | |
| 3:41 am | HE’S MEXICAN DAMN-IT “…Self-destruct one bullet at a time…” So I’ve reached ground zero This is what it took A tired hand parts the gray It’s been so long since I’ve felt the light on my face The same old path but a new direction A sense of anxiety confronts I have no more excuses There must be change Progress must be made Take your own medicine I’ve seen my decisions affect others I’m sorry Fluttering moth wing eyelashes Yesterday a trade was made You got the short end I don’t care what anyone says I’LL SWALLOW that internal revolution to keep the peace, I’ve noticed THE SUN that burned inside you has set. Why do you have TO BURN AWAY what’s left of the positive One last kiss to leave me with YOUR TASTE a seed hidden inside gave birth to light that I’m tired of concealing a medium must be chosen I’ve never been so afraid of the unknown “…trust I seek and I find in you everyday for us something new open mind for a different view and nothing else matters…” ~james~ |
| Sunday, September 14th, 2003 | |
| 4:47 am | SUPPORT SYSTEM Wake up I’ve noticed that I’ve drifted away of late from my original destination But I think things have manifested in a manner I only wish I could have envisioned Stolen quotes adorn your lips The taste is far from foreign A swirl of dust dances in a shard of light Aged white linen lay strewn about A forgotten season will make it’s self known An arthritic ground swells and moans with the birth of a new day One of my greatest fears is regression I can see that it’s not too far off and I know I won’t do anything about it A resurrection of the past in the guise of progress A loosening grip A guilty tongue An innocent hand Can I apologize in advance I look for truth in the transitions In between the blacks and whites Lost in the grays A collection of things taken out of context can be art An oversight robbed me of eight years of influence Vital times that could have been shaped by your new form of insight You made sure that there would be no follow up And for that I will always carry a heavy inside and on my tongue will rest the taste of dirt “For clear space and soundness of mind I’ve let you play me for some time One can only receive and retain But the lies you recite for your gain So you rely on my faith in your kind Or rather continue to pretend that I’m blind You say I made your life a living hell And yet still let me pay you when I fell How is it your feeling so uneasy? How is it that I feel fine? Life reveals what is dealt through seasons Circle comes around each time I’ve been blessed with eyes to see this Behind the unwhole truth you hide Bite to remind the bitten, bigger Mouth repaying tenfold wide I am above Over you I’m standing above Claiming unconditional love Above Try to keep bad blood in the past Never thought a chance, a chance it would Last I have strength enough, enough to forgive I desire peace where I live” ~layne~ |
| Thursday, September 4th, 2003 | |
| 1:30 am | THIRTY OVER TWO MINUS ONE It’s been 14days since my last confession 14days since I’ve given you insight into my life one plus one equals eleven pry open that third eye and see something other than the obvious a single scratch of black interrupts the plane black bleeds to red bleeds to blue and back to black a rooted beginning, a stretch and a curve upward thirteen steps forward 14 steps spiraling back black bleeds to red bleeds to green and back to black from the wound bleeds a branch bleeds the leaf bleeds a secret pry open that third eye and see something other than the obvious I stare while you sleep Sorry I don’t know if your ok with that Mimic your rise and fall to find peace within myself An unconscious calm you have here Here I peel back 14 layers of day that burden you For these short stolen minutes I can see you what was and what will never be pry open that third eye and see something other than the obvious plucks and scrapes, strums and rakes undo this control alt. Delete silhouetted images fade into a foreground burnt to 14 shades of black squint your eyes and you might find a truth in a statement that full of error “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us… we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.” -Franz Kafka to Oskar Pollak (jan.27, 1904) “…I am strong in his hands I am beyond me On my own I am human…” ~bjork~ |