tryn'a move.

give thanks,
and sit with the blood you
left,
so
long
ago.

tryn'a do this now: http://theeyewithini.tumblr.com/

soma

and the and the
what - the
what-the
don't know don't know
a damn thing
one thing
two thing
three
thing
four.
-stop
-Go.
and in and out
why and how
forget and foreground
remember the AFTER thought,
or sound
and the air
of my mind
is the hands
soft and steady
down your spine
and coming
out
your
EYES
-fall into
and a B o U t,
caught up,
caught OUT
let me in,
alone,
so alone,
so many people,
so much MASS,
solitude beyond FORM
you late shuns
and die
live
grow and
fine, OH fine,
no contact for the hungry organs,
not feeding,
not hoping,
just dreaming
with some act
shun
and
ing
ing my mean and full
FILL my time,
here.
wastedered
&
just
Us.
(as if we ever HAD it)

i hope

we can do this.

and some following words

so long to the holidays

and everything we have made,
here.
our love and our hate,
on our fists and on our chests.
blank walls and empty rooms,
leaving early,
what else could EYE DO-
push & pull,
and running,
forever.
resting while i can find the
time, or in this CASE_ minD.
drifting through
questions with only
clues and no SENSE
of the absolute,
but the overbearing,
sense that such exists,
at,
all.

i have no idea what i am doing,
but no more hiding,
and no more dissolving,
the earth is rising,
the universe is calling,
and my palms are shaking,
for all of this ENERGY,
engulfing.

stay tuned,
and keep them eyes PEELED,
the care is not gone,
just buried,
and i am not digging,
only, slipping through.

so long, house of many noises and sounds,
so long, neighborhood of lost and found,
this lesson has been long and dark,
and in attempt to shine on,
move on,
this ones on me.
good bye for now,
rhapsody.

ill all ways remember
this chapter



and our LO
VE

Get Happy

or die
bored,
lonely,
and mostly scared.

cold bones

i don't know what happened.
everything turned
all at the same
Time.
it was everything.
and now its nothing.
To separate from the one thing
inseparable,
intangible,
the light is not something we can dismiss.
and so the days are just
days.
and all these lovers
are just that.
love my fucking bones out.
break it down,break it down.
these SEAMS
are tearing.
rip it up in your face and spit it up in the Air.
let it ALL FALL DOWN.
connection is concocted.
and if your pain is as deep
as his
as hers
as its
well than, happily ever after,
after,
after,
after...

to you,
and to you,
your Irony is
displacing,
and the chill in my spine,
reminds me.
we
are
all
ways
a
lone.