so busy
analyzing
never satisfied
looking for
meaning
in what we're doing,
and not doing what we're meaning with what
we're looking for
in a culture where
self love is measured by
self indulgence
and what is sacred
is subverted to
the alter and
slaughtered by sarcasm
i find myself on the edges asking
where are we going?
where have we been?
what is genuine?
we can talk about talking
we can think about thinking
this world is so fucking meta
meta
mocking
who are these assholes?
what are they trying to say,
without actually saying it?
no one is honest anymore
because honesty is not clever
witty
or ironic
it is not safe
secure
or protected
honesty is both an opening inside
and a weapon to turn and stab with
concealed behind our masks
i ask
to remove mine
as to live honestly and openly
A glimpse into some of my life experiences, realizations, or just the every day strange that occurs.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Venom and Arrows
The archer taught me how to love
honest arrow
direct and straightforward
it does not shoot aimlessly
it has a target
serious, much like the art of war
except
the battles here are not fought in bloodshed
but made in love spread
that paints our entire entangled bodies
the color of children breathing meadowed mazes of
Port land islands surrounded by giant oaks
where my hunter got lost chasing lust through the Grantwood forests
my arrow pointed true but
no one told me its tip was venomed
too much is poison
as I have seen
and killed
a many
too much
too fast
but I never speak of those days,
I promised to never hunt again
because I love like the arrow steeped in
a lethal toxin
honest arrow
direct and straightforward
it does not shoot aimlessly
it has a target
serious, much like the art of war
except
the battles here are not fought in bloodshed
but made in love spread
that paints our entire entangled bodies
the color of children breathing meadowed mazes of
Port land islands surrounded by giant oaks
where my hunter got lost chasing lust through the Grantwood forests
my arrow pointed true but
no one told me its tip was venomed
too much is poison
as I have seen
and killed
a many
too much
too fast
but I never speak of those days,
I promised to never hunt again
because I love like the arrow steeped in
a lethal toxin
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