The wounds are hungry......
Can they?
The wounds are hungry and so am I
For creativity, for rational
To re-establish themselves
No don’t tell me to go back
For the ground has been razed
Razed with precision
And razed with relations
Nothing can re-establish itself
In that way
The way it happened
The way it killed
The way it killed emotions
The way it killed faith
The way it killed
And created living dead
Alive at times
And dead at times
They say time heals………
But what if the wounds want to re-establish themselves
Or is it a myth to believe that they have healed?
Have they ?
Or can they?
1/30/2006
SOUNDS
Zooming in sounds
That suppress expressions
Scrubbing away fears and blemishes
To keep the beauty
intact
Conscious minds
Drunk with fear
Beholding, apprehending
The estimations
Bold letters
Compelling meanings
Out of
Relations-created and existing
Cogitating faiths
Own and auxiliary
Rejecting only to accept
Creating paradoxes
Of hope and blind faith
Desires-
Clogged and suppressed
Buried beneath the crux of nucleus
Searching for sympathy
Searching for elevated pedestals
But never surfacing
Evading connectivity
Inducing
Diffracted communications
Of honeyed pain
Dripping away
The molted lava
Of ash and smoke
Evading sounds
Suppressing emotions
Searching a fullstop
And finding a pause.
6/6/2003
SALIVA
The footprints of saliva
causing bruises
embedding commotions
deleting notions of……
sweating breadths
diverting paths
creating illusions
making life an illusion itself
darts flung all over
missing an illusioned aim
bombarding epitomes
and impulses
creating new epitomes
hitting and questioning
doing acts in a frenzy
hitting and questioning
like ash on a rigged surface
asking dilemmas
dampened emotions
searching warmth
moist and fungal thoughts
forced and undigested
with blood and extracts
intellectual
and physical
bruising containers
of the thought and body
penetrations scratching
causing to pause
leading ……..
trances,
contractions,
and extractions
bombarding an aftermath
etching the thoughts
again and again
with lubrications to ease
that cause rashes
seeping inside
leaving leftovers
forced and undigested
illusions
footprints
forced and undigested.
The wounds are hungry and so am I
For creativity, for rational
To re-establish themselves
No don’t tell me to go back
For the ground has been razed
Razed with precision
And razed with relations
Nothing can re-establish itself
In that way
The way it happened
The way it killed
The way it killed emotions
The way it killed faith
The way it killed
And created living dead
Alive at times
And dead at times
They say time heals………
But what if the wounds want to re-establish themselves
Or is it a myth to believe that they have healed?
Have they ?
Or can they?
1/30/2006
SOUNDS
Zooming in sounds
That suppress expressions
Scrubbing away fears and blemishes
To keep the beauty
intact
Conscious minds
Drunk with fear
Beholding, apprehending
The estimations
Bold letters
Compelling meanings
Out of
Relations-created and existing
Cogitating faiths
Own and auxiliary
Rejecting only to accept
Creating paradoxes
Of hope and blind faith
Desires-
Clogged and suppressed
Buried beneath the crux of nucleus
Searching for sympathy
Searching for elevated pedestals
But never surfacing
Evading connectivity
Inducing
Diffracted communications
Of honeyed pain
Dripping away
The molted lava
Of ash and smoke
Evading sounds
Suppressing emotions
Searching a fullstop
And finding a pause.
6/6/2003
SALIVA
The footprints of saliva
causing bruises
embedding commotions
deleting notions of……
sweating breadths
diverting paths
creating illusions
making life an illusion itself
darts flung all over
missing an illusioned aim
bombarding epitomes
and impulses
creating new epitomes
hitting and questioning
doing acts in a frenzy
hitting and questioning
like ash on a rigged surface
asking dilemmas
dampened emotions
searching warmth
moist and fungal thoughts
forced and undigested
with blood and extracts
intellectual
and physical
bruising containers
of the thought and body
penetrations scratching
causing to pause
leading ……..
trances,
contractions,
and extractions
bombarding an aftermath
etching the thoughts
again and again
with lubrications to ease
that cause rashes
seeping inside
leaving leftovers
forced and undigested
illusions
footprints
forced and undigested.


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