Sleep did not make the darkness go away.
There is a winter storm
On February 1st.
The symbolism frightens me.
The dirt scares me.
The snow makes the even the ghetto pretty.
Like powdered sugar on a chocolate cake.
Romeo and Juliet were young fucking idiots that should have waited a day.
But I can symphathize with the haste of death.
I know what its like to not imagine tomorrow
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And tomorrow comes.
You have not choice in the matter.
Yes, tomorrow comes.
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Many people have died for love because of its after effects.
I’d like to find the woman who found a way to live without a heart.
Posts tagged ‘musing’
The night is dark and I am far from home
Friday, February 1st, 2008
Joilin Russell and the magical cup
Wednesday, September 12th, 2007Once upon a time,
There was a Japanese princess who had many friends. This princess loved to give her friends gifts because she had a heart of purity.
One day the lovely princess gave her friend sheena a magical coffee mug that had been blessed by the wonderful goddess of happiness called, Starbucka.
This magical mug could keep coffee hot to the taste for twelve hours. Really, twelve hours later and the coffee was …not warm…but hot.
Till this day, sheena offers small sacrifices like first born children to the goddess starbucka and the princess Joilin for such a divine gift.
And sheena…having this mug for four years now….is still living happily ever after.
Shiva
Thursday, September 6th, 2007SELF DESTRUCTION leads to
PURIFICATION.
There is a goddess so magnificent that she destroys and creates.
If I SELF DESTRUCT, I CAN CREATE A NEW FORM.
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One can find divinity in hooka.
PEACE in breathing it out.
Is this so ingrained? Can beauty emerge from destruction, obliteration…. A self inflicted wound of blunt force prophecy.
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Is this a roar of satisfaction, desire, or pain? Can they co-exist?
