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Sounds of Faces – Rough Untitled

Show me the life of passion.

This oyster is too large for me to see,

bunker me, hunkered down hundred years of rations

If I’m willing to join the assembly.

I apply and turn my eye to the grindiem

I carpe my paycheck at the door and

log another day in my compendium

another day dead gone dead sand

I’ll mix with more. Overreaction?

A stalling friend of mine turned sixty seven,

Some strong people don’t gain traction

Some long lives forget to leaven.

Show me the life of passion,

I want to have a calling, a mission.

image: kayschwag

Tags: Poems, Poetry

Great Day – Four Tet Remix (Madvillain)

                                 What are

                                 thoughts like

                                 before the synapse?                                               the great divide.

                                 many men are left

               behind.

                                       All    lined   up   on   one   node.

                                       Rows, columns, groups of men

                                       all  thoughts  all   thought  out.

                                       Forward,                           march.

                       Oceans, canyons, mountains, all of the

                                        above.

                                                                         Gunfire.

                                               bodies fall strewn visceral drenched dirt or air or water

                                    push on almost there see

see            ahead the encampment flying our flag shredded by the            bullet          breeze

                     home stretch for              cracked windpipes

                                                                           and stained fingers nails

                                                                                      no coffins nailed for the dead on the field

                                                                                                                                                    just gone.

but

Safe on the                

other                           

side, count them all. 

Battles first of many.

                   Many more will          

                                                   fall.                  

                                 What are

                                 thoughts like

                                 before the synapse?                                               the great divide.

                                 many men are left

               behind.

I think that’s how it happened, but there were probably more battles and conflicts, and now that I think about it there was probably a better reason to go where they did. How many of them were there again? Did we lose too many or did we come out of this one relativity unscathed?

I think the war has been over for some time now.

image: -scipio-

Tags: Poems, Poetry

Marconi Union – These European Cities

You don’t know everything about Lisa.
Carefully collected maybe
She dissected the rest of us.
Silent hidden charm just an arm away.
Try to skirt along tripping traps take the wall,
You cant see the girl
Hailey why do you put up with this?
Are your intentions really so clear?
The sharpness in your cheekbone
from another’s whetting stone.
Wedding gowns and neutral tones,
surely you’re more alive?
One day will I be the same way?
Inventing girls who fret and fawn
In my thoughtful din under sauntering moons
Will I build myself a pedestal?
Will I climb up and stab my chest?
Will I fall in puddles, broken and revel in my notoriety?

I want to give you your own breath.

image: Oncle Tom

Tags: Poems, Poetry