Showing posts with label bricks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bricks. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
35th - T
Towards solitude Across nothing Emerges out of the oblivion of the distance We very quickly lose track of just where that truth exists With nothing to rely on except her instincts Brave mysteries contest Suddenly this Winter (She is) one of our most extraordinary Interlude (supple, sublime) a seed beneath the snow Many thank (you)s Reddish dark The center of the universe Descends below Inevitably ends / inevitable ending Bold & ambitious Claws Hammer Roses Shovel Scent Nose, nose, nose Maskless Always something... Staring Paradise Portrait of her among the flowers Ballad Imaginative possibility Present-tense Inescapable dilemmas Teeth A very long rope Sarcophagi Sincere praise (The story doesn't matter.) space around time between Sudden isolation "What might get us somewhere?" by the river (on the other side of the river) Close to the spirit Animals sadly attend All previous discussion (a printed reproduction of an ancient mask) Drifts into abstraction... Fossil "Is it here?" Dissection Appreciate what's difficult Amorous birds of prey Combinations of solutions Perhaps even deeper At the very bottom Where secrets are guarded Central cores Cacophonous Magnified disintegration Demonstration of strength always something to devour Flare of unbridled fury (into) something perpetual Crafting of fierce scenes Irredeemable If you don't... Try to remain The end (is unrecognizable) Wooden weapons In the year(s) of the comet In that year it was ignited In that year it was buried Underscored Instability "Great things are born of great struggles!" Tower as a vortex Its execution presented another level of challenge Vividly Vivify Great flesh explosion Chandelier One night of queen Confessional Please care (distanced/bloodless "He's a liar!") Making secrets out of what nobody wants anyway Periscope, Telescope, Microscope He was not forgotten. a box containing (placed directly atop the tailbone) Wild oaths Sustained and extensive attention Absorbed from the atmosphere Secret creature Beneath the table Beneath the chair Under the stairs Masculine flowers Lightning Thereafter Please answer my letter Mineral fruit A bearded god Until finally Terribly straightforward Entrance of the canal (the channel) "Everything I say is abstract." "I'm warning you This is my last existence." March through the illusion "...like flaring candles that a mysterious wind blows out..." brick, barbed-wire, & young horses the cults worship whatever they want ritual shapes, from the forge space without fear of punishment invisible repetition “We express our existential self…” the operations are without mistake, denial to be observed primetime dancing there no brief trauma deadwood, a very small temple carved there (avarice) apple shovel arrowhead in the grass all dead ends, a depression remains after the deposition a very brief death a path appears, they followed both hands atop their heads using fingers to open eyes very wide Salt Dust Snow SALT DUST SNOW
Monday, January 2, 2012
ending 01 02 2012
"I'm searching to find,
just like The birds of prey
Tucked, somewhere between
the bottom and the inside."
Nail the drums down.
Behind the star, middle of Winter.
We must make our lives true. All that we have said, make that true as well.
Finds its abode and wreaks it's havoc. Their primitive reactor was a beehive-shaped pyramid of graphite bricks.
"Might as well play ship-sinking without the men."
(skull-sized blocks, piled
Into towers)
Halls of anxious thought and wearied brain
"Which color best
to hold this form?"
Circumscribing a cusp, forward and reverse convex.
Bisected from kin,
The left burnt, and the right cut
Mystery burned clear and the panorama is revealed
A level diagonal clean
& the other alone, in echo
On faith, gibbous declaration witness
Witnessed only by cavern or abyss
After the laser finishes
Roses
no longer devoid of color
As if you had begun your resurrection.
(as the articulation of "a space of possibility."
"What am I to do?!"
All smothered poisonous, glutted on refuse and detritus.
Hair in her eyes
Before such entropic vandalism
Upon every square inch (prediction)
Nevada and Russia both leave their signature, cleavage autograph,
"Some of them are too good to be true. The rest are like shipwrecks on a beach.")
They who still dreamed for the future presented
Their ideas in regard to
Point to line to plane to body (three dimensions now)
& the formation of clouds
What is above and has ascended, in possession of
That which will descend or be reabsorbed
Were met with insult and an assault of possessions, material and objects wanted more for the harm it may cause them an less for continued ownership
Their planet was saved. Everyone was attentive.
That way, even in times of plenty and great feast.
Clear cut the dignity, right now, let go, nothing.
Mercy because we can't regret...
If you want to clean it you must put it in the ocean
Next (vitriol & Fury!)
After all has ended, the better to see, the better to be seen...
He convinces her to attend
The events at the Coliseum, by telling her of the multitudes
Thousands upon thousands, and an additional thousand in secret
"So listen to me, it's going to be a terrific game."
Half are home and half are away.
"are all, finally, in pursuit of beauty: that formal integrity which gives homage to the dream of meaning..."
Marrying a ghost to its shadow
then placing an egg in the center
No visible trace of us remains, even our wounds that won't close.
And a ring around that
a hoop
Crossing at an overlong interval
(A butcher standing in a church
Red-rimmed, predatory, faulted), very serious
Because of this he had lain in the dirt of the streets, through the night,
Wounded many times
In the dark rss and cold of that night while the dogs were nourished with the drinking of his blood
Opaque black of eyes...
An atavistic state now returned to them
Twilight of responsibility; distance and respect, added details.
Bivouac en route, the night or two
In the blackness overhead, horses' hooves, serious women sing their song and their song only,
Lights strung overhead
The reach of the celestial hunter extends
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great hunter,
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