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Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Human The Death Dance by Buddy Wakefield.
Human The Death Dance by Buddy Wakefield
On the face of her phone, Wylenne programs a message to herself so when the alarm clock rings, the screen flashes "every day is one day less, everyday is one day less."
Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick balck letters on the inside of his arm, so that when he looks at his wrist,he will remember to not hate himself so much.
What they both keep forgetting is that there is life after survival.
After Dave left, Mary started sticking her face between the film projector and the movie screen, so that when the credits roll, she still gets to be somebody.
When Tara's past comes back, she mashes chalk into the sidewalk until her knuckles bleed. She scribbles and scrapes until the words take shape, and this is what they say, they say, "i wanna die motherfucker, die die motherfucker."
hold tight(?), if i love you, cause it might not last long.
we're all gonna die. that's the exciting part. it's learning how to live for a living. That's the tricky bitch.
Just ask Denise, whose family taught her when she came into this world, that family equals love. So, Denise took that shit seriously but after a lifetime of craving acceptance from their cruelty, she now finds herself jamming polaroid pictures of these people into her typewriter and pounding out the last letter of the word "mercy" over and over.
She strikes the key "y", "why why why why why." And the answer comes in the form of a hand written letter from the moon.
It says, "This is brutally beautiful. So are we. This is endless. So are we. We can heal this." signed, Crater Face.
P.S. See me for who I am. We got work to do.
But my father, he didn't read moon, he didn't speak moon, he didn't write moon.
So there was no note left next to his body when he decided to leave this world on purpose without telling us where he was going or why.
There are still days you can catch me tape recording internal silence and playing it backwards for an empty room. Just so I can listen to his dying wish.
It's true. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. But thank goodness, My family tree was in an orchard on a hill that rolled me to the river and that river rifted me to the rapids and those rapids rushed me into this moment. Right here, right now, with you.
It's a mouth, this is my church. And this church is a house of healing. Hallelujah. Welcome, come on in. As you are. Have a look around.......stay out of my porn.
There are massive stacks of bad choices in my backyard, clearly, I have not yet reached enlightment beyond a few pleading moments, but i'm trying.
And I found something here I want you to have, it's not much, just a story, but it's all I got. So take it.
It's called Dylan. Dylan's drug of choice was "more." So Dylan took more and more and more. Until the day he woke up babbleling in the pool of his own traffic jam. Realizing he is killing off the best parts of himself, and claiming he could read peoples skin.
When he looked down at his heart flap, it said "boy, go find your spine, and ride it out of here."
Wylennes guts said "Day one."
Jordans arm were "fully forgiven."
Mary's face, "The ENDless."
Tara's knuckles,"Healing."
Denise's fingers said, "C" "See see see see see."
and Dylan said my smile it said "fix it." So I came back here, to the mouth of the river to look at my own reflection under the moonlight and see what it says for myself.
On my whole body, it is written,
P.S. See me for who I am. We got work to do. As for crater face, I don't speak for that guy. His skin, "brutally beautiful."
Hand written letter from the Sun.
...................................................................
i heard this in a sage francis song and looked it up to see if it might say something. it ended up saying something.
this guy wrote it...
this guy typed it...
peace...
On the face of her phone, Wylenne programs a message to herself so when the alarm clock rings, the screen flashes "every day is one day less, everyday is one day less."
Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick balck letters on the inside of his arm, so that when he looks at his wrist,he will remember to not hate himself so much.
What they both keep forgetting is that there is life after survival.
After Dave left, Mary started sticking her face between the film projector and the movie screen, so that when the credits roll, she still gets to be somebody.
When Tara's past comes back, she mashes chalk into the sidewalk until her knuckles bleed. She scribbles and scrapes until the words take shape, and this is what they say, they say, "i wanna die motherfucker, die die motherfucker."
hold tight(?), if i love you, cause it might not last long.
we're all gonna die. that's the exciting part. it's learning how to live for a living. That's the tricky bitch.
Just ask Denise, whose family taught her when she came into this world, that family equals love. So, Denise took that shit seriously but after a lifetime of craving acceptance from their cruelty, she now finds herself jamming polaroid pictures of these people into her typewriter and pounding out the last letter of the word "mercy" over and over.
She strikes the key "y", "why why why why why." And the answer comes in the form of a hand written letter from the moon.
It says, "This is brutally beautiful. So are we. This is endless. So are we. We can heal this." signed, Crater Face.
P.S. See me for who I am. We got work to do.
But my father, he didn't read moon, he didn't speak moon, he didn't write moon.
So there was no note left next to his body when he decided to leave this world on purpose without telling us where he was going or why.
There are still days you can catch me tape recording internal silence and playing it backwards for an empty room. Just so I can listen to his dying wish.
It's true. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. But thank goodness, My family tree was in an orchard on a hill that rolled me to the river and that river rifted me to the rapids and those rapids rushed me into this moment. Right here, right now, with you.
It's a mouth, this is my church. And this church is a house of healing. Hallelujah. Welcome, come on in. As you are. Have a look around.......stay out of my porn.
There are massive stacks of bad choices in my backyard, clearly, I have not yet reached enlightment beyond a few pleading moments, but i'm trying.
And I found something here I want you to have, it's not much, just a story, but it's all I got. So take it.
It's called Dylan. Dylan's drug of choice was "more." So Dylan took more and more and more. Until the day he woke up babbleling in the pool of his own traffic jam. Realizing he is killing off the best parts of himself, and claiming he could read peoples skin.
When he looked down at his heart flap, it said "boy, go find your spine, and ride it out of here."
Wylennes guts said "Day one."
Jordans arm were "fully forgiven."
Mary's face, "The ENDless."
Tara's knuckles,"Healing."
Denise's fingers said, "C" "See see see see see."
and Dylan said my smile it said "fix it." So I came back here, to the mouth of the river to look at my own reflection under the moonlight and see what it says for myself.
On my whole body, it is written,
P.S. See me for who I am. We got work to do. As for crater face, I don't speak for that guy. His skin, "brutally beautiful."
Hand written letter from the Sun.
...................................................................
i heard this in a sage francis song and looked it up to see if it might say something. it ended up saying something.
this guy wrote it...
this guy typed it...
peace...
Monday, June 6, 2011
the bouncing souls: cracked
the bouncing souls - cracked...
I'm gonna crack one day
I'll just leave and go my way
They might say I quit
Ask me if I give a shit
I'll put it out and place one bet
The day I crack I won't regret
I know it's time to be a man
And deal with things the best I can
In fact, I'm only seeing read every time I turn my head
Empty vessels staring back
Life is getting to me lately as you can clearly see
And I don't think I stand a chance
No place I can go to leave this behind
This fucked up world is all inside my mind
This is how it had to be
Something's changed inside of me
No place I can go to leave this behind
This fucked up world is all inside my mind
This is how it had to be
Something's changed inside of me
I always want to run and hide
Dig a hole and crawl inside
It's not that I'm feeling blue
I'm sure you've got your problems too
I'm not a jerk, I'm not a dick
Maybe just a little sick
One of these days I'm gonna snap
Then you'll know that I'm cracked
In fact, I'm only seeing read every time I turn my head
Empty vessels staring back
Life is getting to me lately as you can clearly see
And I don't think I stand a chance
No place I can go to leave this behind
This fucked up world is all inside my mind
This is how it had to be
Something's changed inside of me
No place I can go to leave this behind
This fucked up world is all inside my mind
This is how it had to be
Something's changed inside of me
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