The World Round

Leveling itself

by ever reveling in itself,

The World round, born stubborn

and still stunted, to this day, in its wisdom,

loses the sound of its overblown breath,

then chooses to stay, in every way, no less dumb

and refuses to lament its own death.

So many adults can take so much pride in something so immaterial, something that alone so truly does not affect them, and something that can so easily be taken away. Rejoicing in the death of a single man, instead of the end of fighting, is just celebrating the continuation of war.

The Enlightenment of Sin

If not for knowing I am a beast, I would be a beast,
An animal satisfying its God-given instincts by animalistic means.




In the end when your skin wears thin
It's burn, swim, or find religion.
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Restless Leg Syndrome

Running free but out of steam,

this leg pumps bubbled blood.

Seen tripping over dreams

at the foot of the bed

, twitching under seams

onto another troubled sole,

it beats.

Give it one more double roll;

kick away the angry weight

, beneath twisted, twirling sheets,

into a sore and surly fate

of surely getting

beat.

… Restless, I’ll toss another tussle

with a writhing, wrestling muscle

, because it leaves me feeling

nothing less than beat.

For more information visit www.rls.org

The Way We Live

To be immortalized is every mortal’s wish.

For only this do some of them exist:

To hear their peers merely say their name

In recognition of their “hard-earned” fame.

-A mortal lives for forever.

Likewise, to be alive is any ghost’s desire,

If it oddly grows depressed or tired

Of eternal sleep or peaceful rest

And so decides living is the best.

-A ghost lives a spirited life.

Yet, to live and die is the lot in life of adventurers,

Who ever savor the world for all its treasures.

Thus, only this lively lot will know the candid agony

Of an unknown end at the callous hands of irony…

-Adventures are lived in the moment.

After we overturn every heavy rock

And unearth each secret that we sought,

We will toil in the soil until there we will lie;

An absolute adventurer must absolutely die.

-No stone is left unturned until at last, a gravestone.

I Dread Coffins.

I beseech the domiciles of the hostile:

Divulge your liars and truth-stretchers.
Reveal the real fakes, phonies, and pretenders.
Expedite each troubled mind, which dreams of sleep at night;
And any disjointed heart, whose very secret sets it apart…
Deliver every vacant soul, beguiled into living among the vile!

Cleave them from your classrooms,
Offices, and lonely bedrooms.
Free them from their pointless parties,
Fun-less functions, or solitary realities.
I believe they sought objective scrutiny,
Not a presumptive commonality,
So, for them, I’ll schedule an impartial trial.

A Man's Pride Is Not His Own

I always strive to keep each sentence of what I write
Bereft of any pretense and free from immense pride.
Ever those two would not belong to or befit me,
For with a superlative degree of certainty
I'm assured we all really secure our creations

Through several divine and separate inspirations!

The Next Time I See You

The next time I see you, I hope it is as a friend, lover, or not at all. I cherished our friendship before I cherished you this dearly, so even if you won't return my feelings, I'll still suffer them to be your friend. However, I'd much prefer you match your love for me against mine for you; that's a match I would not mind to lose. The last and least desirable scenario leaves me completely separate from your temptations, allowing my agony to run its long, lonely, and desperate course to eventual recovery. But worst of all is the purgatory of ignorance, this limbo of ambivalence I must endure while I wait for your decision. So please decide soon what I am to you: a friend, a lover, or nothing at all.

(finally done with these sappy stories)

[as soon as i procure my computer i'll produce fun pictures!]

{with photoshop}

If I Could See You Tonight

If I could see you tonight I would mirror your lips with mine.

Then I would place a kiss around the circumference of your neck with bliss, adorning it with an adoring necklace.

Finally, I would treat the entirety of your body with the same loving remedy, practicing this routine daily for the rest of our short-lived eternity.

And when my own body decides to quit before my spirit, upon asking my creator how many times my lips covered your corporeal surface,

He will surely admit losing count on our first nightly visit.

(there's probably only one of these queasy posts left in me)

[so don't worry]

I lose sleep only when I'm at a loss for love.

• Oh! how I miss you too! I feel as if the core of my being has been made hollow with longing; so much so that I have to TRY not to think about you, because when I do I suffer a quickness of the heart and shortness of breath as if my body was attempting to fill its empty core with air! But, Oh how it fails to satiate itself! and succeeds only in reminding me that what I need is less and more tangible than wind: What I need is to see you and to see you look at me. What I need is to feel you and to feel you touch me out of that same need!
  

• These are necessities I have not experienced in nearly ten years. And yet again I acknowledge them now because I miss you more than reason will allow. Since you were the first to confirm my innermost fear that it's almost impossible to imagine anyone being right for me, you steered my attraction towards you, ironically. Since that time I have strangely desired to share with you the details of my past and more, which I have never completely willingly done before. It only took one night of laughing, talking, and sleeping to remind me what I used to be; it took you only one night of intimacy to undo ten years of apathy.

• Oh! how I wish this really was a response to how you missed me too! But it's not, and as far as I know, you don't.

Teaching a New Blog Old Tricks:

If my time here is up too soon,
Will I ever meet you on the moon?
Because if time goes up instead of down,
We’ll both be sure to leave the ground.