Sedentary walls
Wailing cells in my ears
Leaving laughing living long ago
and far away
I hide away
Ashamed to not reveal
in front of roaming masses
teaming insipid ignorance
Tears rock chambers
spasms of heaving rib
gasping for hope
without air to breathe
expiring inspiration
Bottom rung
intrepid angel
challenge to a duel
walk 20 paces and fly away
not turn and shoot
Come back!
Outstretch a hand to hand
Shake or leave it
But don't fly away....
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
This really has no meaning....
Yesterday opens before me like the Encyclopedia Britannica -
Voluminously heavy
And oh so outdated.
Somehow I feel I could read each entry if only they were listed alphabetically.
No, instead it is indexed by the color of mood.
(And what mixes between crimson rage and the blues?)
(She says this as she chews a leafy green.)
Forever would make a wonderful book would it not?
Perhaps as a memoir...
No
A true crime thriller.
I laugh and say that it should be a sacred text written in Canadian
But translatable for all to read.
But would the translation make sense?
Latin would surely be more sufficient for the Word Of God.
But the Good News comes in all languages:
Yesterday I received a promise of unmentionable fortune directly to my inbox in binary code.
Shortly thereafter Yahweh's Witness knocked on my door promising
AN INSPIRING MESSAGE FROM GOD.
And the message was in Tenacious Persuasion -- a dialect perfected by
Tent revivalists
and Madison avenue over centuries.
Centuries?!!? Surely you joke.
But I tell you the combined years of talent poured into the delivery of GOOD NEWS
Is staggering. Televised meteorologists are ancient soothsayers incarnate today.
But the true sages of the now are the disembodied voiceover artists on the infocommercials.
(Wasn't that the guy from that show? No, it just sounds like him.)
No - it was God
We are all the guy from that show.
Thus the lingua dei we will change from Canadian to A440 hertz.
Tune me to your favorite lullaby hymn.
Do you hear in HD?
We laugh in ALL CAPS and make it a point to text again.
Soon.
keepintouch
ttfn
see you around the circle of 5ths
Voluminously heavy
And oh so outdated.
Somehow I feel I could read each entry if only they were listed alphabetically.
No, instead it is indexed by the color of mood.
(And what mixes between crimson rage and the blues?)
(She says this as she chews a leafy green.)
Forever would make a wonderful book would it not?
Perhaps as a memoir...
No
A true crime thriller.
I laugh and say that it should be a sacred text written in Canadian
But translatable for all to read.
But would the translation make sense?
Latin would surely be more sufficient for the Word Of God.
But the Good News comes in all languages:
Yesterday I received a promise of unmentionable fortune directly to my inbox in binary code.
Shortly thereafter Yahweh's Witness knocked on my door promising
AN INSPIRING MESSAGE FROM GOD.
And the message was in Tenacious Persuasion -- a dialect perfected by
Tent revivalists
and Madison avenue over centuries.
Centuries?!!? Surely you joke.
But I tell you the combined years of talent poured into the delivery of GOOD NEWS
Is staggering. Televised meteorologists are ancient soothsayers incarnate today.
But the true sages of the now are the disembodied voiceover artists on the infocommercials.
(Wasn't that the guy from that show? No, it just sounds like him.)
No - it was God
We are all the guy from that show.
Thus the lingua dei we will change from Canadian to A440 hertz.
Tune me to your favorite lullaby hymn.
Do you hear in HD?
We laugh in ALL CAPS and make it a point to text again.
Soon.
keepintouch
ttfn
see you around the circle of 5ths
Friday, August 1, 2008
Constellations
Together for good and for bad
We weather each others' storms.
I rain on your parade
And you march along umbrella in hand.
We all run into something -
A bump somewhere that seemed trivial
Turns into major damage down the line
Yet nobody leaves the scene.
On a darkened cold night
With a warm room in sight
You stay out in the elements
Urging him on, a body to lean on.
And even though yesterday she broke your heart
Today she saves your life.
Last week his forkethed tongue pierced your bubble,
But this midnight his words lead you out of the abyss.
We all hurt each other, this is known.
Stars of such magnitude don't always coexist so peacefully.
His black hole of misery
Her manic supernova...
But somewhere in the gravity of it all
Nebulous seeds germinate new illumination
In the torrential violence of our being
Gentle love permeates the haze.
And from broken fragments of explosions and implosions
We are each others' sunrise.
-KP
We weather each others' storms.
I rain on your parade
And you march along umbrella in hand.
We all run into something -
A bump somewhere that seemed trivial
Turns into major damage down the line
Yet nobody leaves the scene.
On a darkened cold night
With a warm room in sight
You stay out in the elements
Urging him on, a body to lean on.
And even though yesterday she broke your heart
Today she saves your life.
Last week his forkethed tongue pierced your bubble,
But this midnight his words lead you out of the abyss.
We all hurt each other, this is known.
Stars of such magnitude don't always coexist so peacefully.
His black hole of misery
Her manic supernova...
But somewhere in the gravity of it all
Nebulous seeds germinate new illumination
In the torrential violence of our being
Gentle love permeates the haze.
And from broken fragments of explosions and implosions
We are each others' sunrise.
-KP
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