Strains of notes shuttle me back
to my grandfather’s makeshift -fort
crammed with songbooks, bows, and pipes.
Here, we would empty our shoulders
from a rough sail;
he scattering fiddle tunes on painted halls--
his eyes half-closed ,melting the noise
of an anxious world, of teary wrongs.
‘Bathe in night's luster ’ he mused,
smitten by some Gerhwin's refrains...
and my rubber spine would bend with
violin strings weeping till we drowned
in trusses of orchestral magic...
Sometime in fall, dirge of nightfall exhumed
his lust for old charm...
and my eyes fall on the moat of vagueness ,
lost in the maize of this space
utterly cold.damp. unsung,
plucking his strings so hastily uninvited.
The anchor subside the cure of weigh-in waters,
Flowing in the midst of abstract battles,
To be toughest, you can be..
Singing the sirens of sailing
Finding yourself in the tension of negotiating palpable
Bid adieu dreams and swift moving chimera,
Seeing your flaws and wanderings
At the dang skies,
In the worst alarm,
On dates of run on tick tack,
To be toughest, you can be..
In another makeshift adept world to see..
i never know where to start with you,
so i just choose to walk away and end it
it makes no sense to cause anymore stress,
so instead of confronting i bookend it
my life is a hole in the wall circus with bogus clown paint,
and as a result your life is forced to be the same
we find ourselves trying to balance the "fairness" of it all,
however in the end we are just mannequins on a fake makeshift trampoline
here is my soul speaking softly
you take it in, and resolution warms the union
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
the trip we take is underwater in thought and contentment
the concoction we make is soothing and rehabilitating
we converse lika a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
here are your elements forming a bond that is truly cationic
i take it in, and the mass confusion permanently evaporates
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
the attractions we see are revolving but welcoming
the natural scenes experienced inspres and strengthens the root of our bond
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
Turbo
Diesel Engine
Generation Game
Pipe and Slippers
Readi
Go!
Married to a number,
Set aside for posterity.
Marked and laid out in an open grave,
In everlasting humility.
Look and behold as I grow into the earth,
I never asked for and do not want any pity.
Young life, hope, tortured death ,
And yet, I welcomed it all with untaught piety.
I lie in unmarked graves around the deadened land,
I am sorry I never said goodbye.
Newspaper lining
Old soul's old soles had worn holes
Temporary fix
*Interpretation of Raul's "Still Life" photo. To me the lining of the shoes looked like old newspaper.
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