January 7th, 2007 at 11:57:05 AM

"If you listen to a bird when it flutters by an open window, there is a singular moment of which you open your eyes and your ears broaden [in a sense] to a point so far that you can't help but hear the muscles of the beating wings of that bird and the miniscule sound waves each short 'chirp' entails. I guess I was the only one who thought that far in the middle of some stupid scenario--dropping plates and looking up, or zoning out the drabbles of a misguided preacher. I'd say, in jest, that the bird was crazy, the "assassin in waiting", if you would. I'd continue to say that I was a victim; I did not purposely drop the ceramic china on your foot; I did not intend to stop listening in the middle of your horrendous lecture. But after this, I would digress into speaking about nothingness, for another stupid flight of nature would cross my path again. Welcome to fantasy."

Eternalization of Holiday

December 14th, 2006 at 07:44:25 PM

Ok. This is something new from me in a while, I don't even know if anyone reads this, but if yeh do, you need to know that this poem can be read three different ways. Colored punctuation happens for that group of colored lines only. And the black normal punctuation (the second punct) next to the colored puntuation is meant to be used when reading the whole thing together. So choose a side to read...or read it all together. Have fun. (pfft.)

You know it's eternal,

                            We've grown so much;
    Our blue eyes and ghosted holly,
                                Our quick quirks and curly hair-- ;
      It's all feathered necks or laural wreathes,
                            Or cheeky mouths and good red wine... ,
            And reminiscient of summertime breeze,
                                    That gives us a sense of tragedy,
                The formulates a satyr of joy,
                                          Which continues to eat us away
            Because of the old dances;
                                      From many turns to something --
        That was the good life of then,
                                That reminded us of the old time. ,
    That time, that dear time, I really--
                            Ah, I really do miss it all,
It makes me think of the friendly holiday...
                            All the cheer and giving we did, yet
    I know it won't happen again;
                              The colored lights and
        The evergreen trees that won't hue that light--
                                  The thoughts of Santa dreaming; cause me strange ,
            So I rearrange the letters--
                                      So I think of the message:
                It really means Satan,
                                        That all things have an end.
                                Oh, what a jolly old man, what a great fun time.

The future can't stop me and my vision of art

November 4th, 2006 at 01:59:03 AM

There's nothing more to be said,
For which the pure moment has been found.
A profound statement of self-esteem is the only
Thing that keeps the world moving,
Yet in that split second, in between the moving and the stable,
All I have to do is close my eyes
And I see the nature of my peripheral view in a whole different manner.
I draw my distinct motions, and I call upon my spoken tones
To make my hand glide across the paper, and I can only hear
The constant taping of the keyboard next to me.
I make my feelings fly out instead of my voice, but instead
I draw my voice too, off to the side, and it
Brings back what has yet to come, though I know that there is danger
Because of the future, so I don't believe in it.
And yet still, I draw, and I draw, and I freeze the world again;
So that I musn't think of the future or the past or even the present,
Because I controlled that piece of time, and it won't control me back.
Forever more, I will continue to draw when I freeze time,
And when I'm done with exploring myself, I close my views
    And I open my eyes
        And I snap my fingers
    And I smile to fight the future
And the world starts from where it left off again.