Wednesday, March 30, 2011

'To be happy in gazing, with benumbed will, without the grasping and greed of egotism - cold and ashen in body but with intoxicated moon-eyes!'

- Nietzsche

Modern Man,
Your hands are bound to concrete, now you want you jungle back
how will you make fire with no stones to crack?
The glass, half full, is drunk
And the barmaid has dropped her tips
to kneel at your hips -
While you thirst
to be reimbursed
For a mirror that favors substance over vanity
and an undebased humanity.





Thursday, March 24, 2011

'My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them'

- Jack Kerouac


The inkless drawer has left patterns on your back in the shape of a map.
The bandit lent you his gun and now you're on the run. The rules are broke but you'll play anyway. The leather on your skin is wearing thin. Another notch in the belt can be felt. The trigger pulls and shot blanks ring lust in your ear. The heat has left you red handed, and the skys blue it drips over you.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

'Leave everything. Leave your wife. Leave your mistress. Leave your hopes and fears. Leave your children in the woods. Leave the substance for the shadow. Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future. Set off on the roads.'

- Andre Breton

Monday, March 21, 2011







We are a pawn in the game
, moving over the checks, working our way to the throne. Riches won't buy you freedom in a castle made of sticks. You strike the match at the wood end and never release the flame. Enlighten yourself, burning man, the fire is in your head. Do you know how to disappear completely? Have the ashes of your knowledge scattered to the wind and then laugh and then forget. When you reach the inferno, look back and wink, you have good reason to, in spite of it all.
'We are part of something vast, and we are part of something intimate'

- Leigh J McCloskey






You walk a tight line between clarity and insanity.
The two parallels are bound, existing in matrimony while you stand suspended in between them like a spider caught in its own web. The air around you is thick and sensitive to the cut of your touch. You ripple through space and time. Imagine: each individual life like a stone falling into the ocean, causing ripples that swell out and connect to make spirographic patterns, all interwoven with the greater body of water. All one and of each other.

Friday, March 11, 2011

'Other echoes inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?'

- T. S. Eliot








If you want infinity just close your eyes. Release the hatch. You have two choices, love or fear. Will you climb back up the rabbit hole, back to your world of cozy symbols? If you feel resistance, if you feel the burn of curiosity etching its way onto the backs of your eyelids then do not retreat. That feeling in your side is intuition, it has always trusted you, now it is your turn. What have you to loose? Dignity. You abandoned your ideologies at the gate. There is nothing to prove in your naked existence.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

'I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do exactly as I say, and I will be your slave.'

- David Bowie, The Labyrinth




Give bent to your fears, they too, fear you. Know pain, god forbid you feel nothing at all. There are many before you who have lived to die, the cemeteries of the world have no room for sleepwalkers. Be kind. Beware, this is not a dumb rock we live on. Sink your feet into the earth just to feel submerged. Don't make your bed, the creases in your sheets fit the mould of your loves. The song you hear has fallen upon deaf ears, now listen.