What is love but a temporary decision
then later you can change your mind
I should not ‘ve let you drink of my blood
while I was only drinking your wine…
if you pare away the skin, cut away the flesh, shed all that is fleeting
what is left?
bones
the hardness in all of us
and we are largely the same then
all bones
all buried
perhaps fuel for the distant future
everything disintegrates
we are left with the core
the strength
the pressure pressing down
compressing life
the wind takes it all
and spreads it like
jam cross a biscuit
spreads the dust
and the world is nothing
if not a grand mélange
a brew
a stew
a jambalaya
of intolerance
and hatred
and love
birth and death
is what we all have in common
celebrate one
fear the other
which is which?
it is all tunnels
leading to tunnels
artificial light
artificial life
a single shard of brightness
slips so simply through the space
between the blinds and the wall
light like electricity
light like beauty
light like a bullet
it is morning time
mourning time
happiness slips out the window so simply
yet a smile rests over my heart
lying in my bed
lying in my head
lying to myself
it is all absurd
and love never dies
I saw the premiere of this, but there was an open bar, and I do not remember the movie at all. But I met Patrick Fugit (from Almost Famous).
I’m going to build a rocket and start a new world somewhere in outer space. Join me?
Twist my perspective, lift my perspective Give me reason to be working words move on their own I am a catalyst of nothing a bum, a broken record, a dead battery being seeing nothing A baby must learn to smile, but not to cry everything is relative nothing is real particles drifting in a vacuum How dare they take it all so seriously lost in morning somewhere wishing on the stars that are not there everything is unfinished except death but even that is open for debate the only way to live life is free free to be just be
Christmas has two faces. One smiling. One more complicated. Both true. Loss is like a snow storm. Cold from the sky falling. Frozen in that smile. Whiskey warms the heart. The face of sadness settles in. Christmas has two faces. I choose the smile some times. Most of the time at Christmas. I’ve let it be taken away in the past. But that has passed. And the snow is beautiful from inside the window where I sit and think of all the Christmas that has passed. And I see that life is counted in Christmases. And Christmas has two faces.
