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Thursday, June 3, 2010

life at this moment

Dragging a life..with a very thin rope.. at times it lags behind .. it snags on patches of hope parallel to the opposite of what would be good... these kind of feelings can... and will make it .. in time misunderstood...... dragging behind... incorrectly..misinterpreted uncontrolled..archaic...ungovernnable..that could affect us all... worn out..seems as though it's time....... .........time ... to hear the call. sometimes it jumps up on a hill of an optimistic scope.... it seems harder some times because of what I see in the day.. harming...destroying the visions of that hope.... there is no hope for changes..I believe that what is here ...is here to stay... some times when I get up... in a very beautiful day.. flowing in lovingly goodness of what I had to say... .................say to the ones .. important that day. I know the way it is, because of when I think of you... it's done to start the day ...........your image is a mission happens every day.....for me to start the day dragging a long life.... the hardship of a sustainable .. a long an hard pull.. to make it work for you... and for me.... sometimes for all to wonder.....what I have been.... what is left for you... and for the finish product that you see... is like feeling good when you haven't won the game... maintaining...excepting..-.. the embrace of others just to be the same fooling what you feel within you... degrading the injuries that can... and will be the intent to be the same.. at times I feel like crying....but no tears are there.. no ........there is no .one to erase the hurt.. no one could bee....or be... In the place of the every day struggle to tow the life... a life that is becoming more.. more a drag.. sometimes I feel it right behind my heel...scream.... is what I want to do.....scream is what I feel.. It got so close to me because it reached a winning streak.. maybe I did not hurt that day.... maybe I did not bleed...only to find another way to cry .. reach a scratch of a bloody patch... have to work to make it stop..........before it it gets to be ENCOUNTERED. encountered with something worse to come... like a blind spot on a story .. a story that hasn't happened yet.. a towing life is an accoutered song.. a fading which is wrong. a fading all it's own. all it's very own.

Monday, May 31, 2010

night objections

  1. I see a fog below..in a swirling confussion..
    slowly..dry..
    I feel the motion safely up here..
    from all kinds of dangers.......... ........
    ...........like the ones that lie the ones that cry.......
    ...........can not as I ...
    ...........can fly..

    the twisting..swirls... prohibit the ones that die
    ... .......there are machines down there....
               Machines with wings...
               eyes on the tips ...............
    Eyes that stare...
    with swishing movements... the sticking eyes..
    thicknesses of confrontations of living...
    ...........life below With bleeding hands..
    Wings .. with arteries ..
    flooding everything ..
    ...........the neurones of the minds..we know.
    Abjection's to the cry..
    the narrowness..A humbling rejection...
    to the minds below...
    ............ everything becomes very slow.. ..
    the fog is blinding.. coming up with stains from down below....
  2. wonderment obsessions....
    habits that we have and adore..
    not know any better...
    feels just right..
    to voice them to others proclaim .....

    abhor trying to impress others ...
    Machines impress us with their power..
    what you believe...is a dream..
    .............dreams.can be false......
    dreams are just for us repeaters are follower..s..

    Therefore when one repeats.. is s not the same..
    nor the one It's just a dream...
    .............we can only fly in dreams..
    Dreams of sweet machines..
    that can terr your thoughts apart..
    Dreams can be heaven..the ones that you want go back to..
    ............ It's the ones that terrorize you...
    .............frightening..feelings of anxiety..
    .............terror ... the one with all the fires..
    that can reach up there.. in your minds mirror....

    Both could be saying things to you in your subconscious.
    . mental activities of what you may be ...
    doing..
    .thinking..
    or believing..
    .............or bereaving whats a nightmare...
    .............that's what you are saying.....
    next day.. ....

    next day......