Monday, September 22, 2014

Between two Worlds

I live between two worlds
One with life
And one with black
One has such joy and hope
The other cannot understand such concepts
I wake with eyelids heavy from keeping the moment longer
I wake with a gasp that I’m still on this planet
I eat with such speed, I hunger for more
I don’t want to even touch such requirements
The sky is so blue and the night so deep
The grave is so cozy and the grass so neat
Toys of trains, colors of wax
Black and white pixels, Wi-Fi news
Unending discoveries
Meaningless dialogue
Lessons of truth
Corporate confusion
Meaning overwhelmed
Emptiness infinite
We dream
I nightmare
Adult and Child
I tire of this limbo
Stuck between two worlds is no fun
I can’t belong to one

But can’t leave the other

The Importance of being Unimportant

The fish swims
To the water of its birth
To fulfill the meaning
Of its meaningless existence
To mate and create
Another batch of fish
That will swim down stream
Only to swim back
To start the process over again
The fish fights off death
In order to spawn
Only to die shortly after
Why such effort?
Why the cycle of death and birth?
To birth or to die
Such risk suffered or maybe not
A risk one takes in order to feel alive
Not to die
Is that the great sin of our parents?
To birth and continue the absurd
Have I committed a crime against her?
I brought her to existence, her life was my choice
What do I tell her to do?
When existence is pointless
For her to birth again and continue
The ancestral line
I birthed, I die, She will birth and then die
Are we here by choice?
I came here by theirs
Only to swim back upstream
Rinse and repeat
Cycles cleanse such as the water
The cycle of humanity
Taken into heaven to be brought back pure
Here to purge our instincts
Or partake of the fruit
To purge out the man
Or to indulge in it
Why do I keep waking in the morning?
When I could barely survive yesterday
I can’t do better today
For tomorrow will only be filled with regret
Cycle must purge the regret and accept
Existence is pointless
So why bother exist
Forgive me my child
I sinned in ignorance
But I will not abandon you to the wilderness
I will suffer the existence with you
Or you with me
You the salt of this existence
That tastes like a McDonald’s #3
Giving birth is selfish
So as to not be alone

To carry the heavy load

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Let Go

Here I am
Floating in an ocean
Set sail by a passionate fury
Pushed by lust to never look back
Too far by my own power
No turning back
Drifting now in a vast puddle
Of blood sacrifice
Living by the breath of the Almighty
Hope evaporated by the son
Hope of land? Hope of relief?
Direction unknown
The stars hide from me
The passion sapped from my heart
But it continues beating
To what end? By what means?
Shall I paddle in the fog
Only for more tears, more clear liquid
Fathoms and fathoms of absolute
Shall death rescue me? Will drowning release me?
Not even death's sweet embrace will gift me forgetting
And so in limbo I wither
At His mercy, I wait
To be pushed down along
To dine with Hades
My enemy, my mind
My own life a black mark
Heaven cannot be granted
To a broken and blackened heart
So here I am
Drifting endlessly for eternity
Deciding desicions
Whether the wind comes for me
Or is just trying to get past me

What do I want then?
Poverty?  I cannot be
To be rushed by like all those on land?
I am free on this skiff
No hurry or rush
All roads lead to the same end
Some are quicker than others
Relax and enjoy the waves
The salt of existence is not in the arriving
But the leaving and never getting there
American security is a easy to hold as water
You spend your life with your head down
Hands cupped in front of you
Never noticing the death all around you
The violin doesn't know what beauty it can make
Until animations take up the bow and play
Listen and let go
To that water that will make your life dull
For when you arrive with your water
You will realize that you will be the only one to drink it
Or maybe you won't
Let the wind pass me
I'm not afraid for
Here I am
Just as before

Saturday, September 6, 2014

A Sermon By a Cellphone

Everyone is afraid of me
I don't know what I'm thinking
We just landed in the morning
I don't know why
It's not that I had to go
It's like a dream of you in the back
Everyone signs that dinner table in Carl's jr
That's what she did
This is the best thing to do
This is the worst time to call
It's ok baby I love you
It's ok baby remember where you want to be
With the galaxy movie or whatever
Quick office of the apes in a little bit of the cement river
Really really really good thing
Everyone has been a little shy though
Well maybe I'll fly back
Or just a hobby anyway
Don't worry about the point of existence
And you can make it out of the bed

                                                     ---Quasimodo's Cellphone

Thursday, September 4, 2014


Don't drink the bathwater
Full of dirt and muck
Greed and lust and gluttony
Of those who own mistrust
Don't drink the bathwater
Cleanse what you see
Internalize misdeeds and crimes
Against humanity
All are drinking
Not a want
absence of need
Those that don't die
So young, so young
So pure, so pure
I shall drink
Fall, condemned
Stay free
Don't drink the bathwater


As I sit by this river
I drift
Silently swiftly
Away from here
The gentle rise and fall
Your breath
The lap of water
Your laugh
The smooth reflection
Your skin
The empty seat beside me
The soft wind upon my cheek
Your kiss
The river silently, swiftly
I drift