Friday, June 10, 2011
June 9th
Gonna take it easy today, I work early tomorrow morning and I've been doing a lot of things that I shouldn't be drinking-wise. Very down so far today, and I'm hoping to turn it around before tha day is over. Writing has been going alright -though it's nothhing I'd consider some of my better work. To put it simply, I'm in the type of mood where I just don't care about anything. Let's change it!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Elusive
Tear on the hearstrings
O' goddess of fate,
Rip away the years,
long spent in
the temple of another's
love that will never be,
no water into wine, this
altar will forever be
stained with the blood
of sacrifices untold,
while the battle rages
inside the heart,
desperately fighting
an illusion of reality,
yet still the river runs deep,
from now until the seas boil,
and the skies reign with fire,
the truth will remain
forever unscathed.
O' goddess of fate,
Rip away the years,
long spent in
the temple of another's
love that will never be,
no water into wine, this
altar will forever be
stained with the blood
of sacrifices untold,
while the battle rages
inside the heart,
desperately fighting
an illusion of reality,
yet still the river runs deep,
from now until the seas boil,
and the skies reign with fire,
the truth will remain
forever unscathed.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Ode to Bus Stop Cat
O' bus stop cat, how willingly
you throw yourself upon my feet,
with yellow eyes a' glinting,
soft white belly exposed with the
expectations of some selfelss
offering!
Nay, he demands it! When the morsel
doth not come forthwith, behind his smooth
pads, pinkish and unthreatening,
five tiny raptor-like razors, become
unleashed in a rabid fury, although in
his heart of hearts it's all for show,
for bus stop cat cares not for you,
The clouds may burst and the sky may
fall, but on to the next lover he will
roam - indifferently as always -
for the next best thing.
you throw yourself upon my feet,
with yellow eyes a' glinting,
soft white belly exposed with the
expectations of some selfelss
offering!
Nay, he demands it! When the morsel
doth not come forthwith, behind his smooth
pads, pinkish and unthreatening,
five tiny raptor-like razors, become
unleashed in a rabid fury, although in
his heart of hearts it's all for show,
for bus stop cat cares not for you,
The clouds may burst and the sky may
fall, but on to the next lover he will
roam - indifferently as always -
for the next best thing.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Afternoon Storms
The gentle breeze,
rustles through the trees,
along the ground old
leaves, crumpled papers,
freshly cut grass clippings all
toiling along with wind,
creating a symphony of the city,
little sounds, each from
different places, all a
part of someone, dreams
attached to every one,
then single drop of rain,
begets another and another
until the pale concrete
turns black like the night sky,
washing away the day's work,
that smell of a wet sidewalk,
after a warm day, fills the senses
with new, a new chance, a clean slate,
the power of each drop,
splashing against the face of the
downtrodden, stay here now,
under the torrent, under the thunder,
crashing like a thousand shields
stare into the lightning, into the
eyes of Zeus, and the fear
dissolves as the storm passes on,
and all that's left is a
clear mind drying in the sun.
rustles through the trees,
along the ground old
leaves, crumpled papers,
freshly cut grass clippings all
toiling along with wind,
creating a symphony of the city,
little sounds, each from
different places, all a
part of someone, dreams
attached to every one,
then single drop of rain,
begets another and another
until the pale concrete
turns black like the night sky,
washing away the day's work,
that smell of a wet sidewalk,
after a warm day, fills the senses
with new, a new chance, a clean slate,
the power of each drop,
splashing against the face of the
downtrodden, stay here now,
under the torrent, under the thunder,
crashing like a thousand shields
stare into the lightning, into the
eyes of Zeus, and the fear
dissolves as the storm passes on,
and all that's left is a
clear mind drying in the sun.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Fertile
The spring rain, ever-present
in the dark storms of the mind,
melting away the squalid memories
of lost love and a forlorn heart,
flooding the desolate plains,
bringing life to the
delicate saplings of hope,
just now pushing through
the fertile soil,
like a newborn child,
learning to walk for the
first time, modest victories,
yet a break in the clouds
to reveal the sun, glowing
like a god's eye,
purging regret,
and bringing the new day.
in the dark storms of the mind,
melting away the squalid memories
of lost love and a forlorn heart,
flooding the desolate plains,
bringing life to the
delicate saplings of hope,
just now pushing through
the fertile soil,
like a newborn child,
learning to walk for the
first time, modest victories,
yet a break in the clouds
to reveal the sun, glowing
like a god's eye,
purging regret,
and bringing the new day.
June 5th
Another day, another instance of letting down friends. On the plus side, I did spend the entire week eating healthy, and not drinking heavily. My very life actually depends on me doing the right thing and choosing not to binge every single fucking night on alcohol. I've grown to enjoy low-sodium foods, so that's not all bad - it's just going to be a constant battle to stay away from the places I like where the alcohol flows and the girls flock like the salmon of Capastrano. *cough*
Yes, shenaniganz are my thing but I will have to learn to limit them for the time being and discover new pursuits that will be good for my body and soul.
Yes, shenaniganz are my thing but I will have to learn to limit them for the time being and discover new pursuits that will be good for my body and soul.
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