Pressed (Maynard D4Y)
Contributed by
Damon_Maynard
on
Saturday, 14th December 2002 @ 05:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Forever cold is the way, as is the spirit, this is one we all know, and we all do realize. If you can care enough to mind anything, mind your head. And mind mine if you have in tiny splinter of time left, give something for someone else, give someone for something else. But give all for that one something, it will be worth it. I almost know because that's what I feel like doing all the time, it even hurts me not to.
Even burns me not to.
Even cuts me not to.
Above verbs metaphoric? I guess so, how about for you?
Crazy glow like creatures with toes do not live in the trees, oh no, but they do embrace and enhance them, believe; that is why the tops of them are green, those couroupita guianensis that hold on to and have brown, crisp, chaotic and dying leaves high high up, those trees all feel nothing, I don't love them, yet I feel sorry and sad for their emptiness, So today I plan to do something, or at least I'll do anything, if I bury the world in sand... will that spark a resolution? Perhaps.
Recall, dogs growl by choice.
Dreams can be ***** up madness, I know because they sting me nearly every night, but it's your dreams that you have when you are awake that you should push or absorb, "push pull reminiscence, cardiac carnival". I don't even want much, almost nothing... stop right there. That's what I thought a week ago, but now my opinion differs a little, though I do only want two things, neither of which are material, though they both have no problem slicing me to pieces. Still, I know I don't deserve them, is that why they do it? Perhaps. But do they even know they do? I doubt it. Flies around me anyway, and works out well I guess, as I don't have anything, but have these things or not, they continue to tear me up.
Today he had on his watermelon headpiece, I know because I could see him wearing it. Wildersharons and derive it all like you feel it. Painstaking stakes driven in, keep driving them because I just can't find enough motion to move, heart to stone solidify or feeling to care.
Lives are always on a string, tied, caged for people to stair at.
Everything can't be perfection gold, lean at it as people lie make things easy. 7th Reflector. And so it goes, and so it says.
Build up our day around from tiny pieces of glass, splinter out now and watch as it twists at the centre and the shards rain around like the sun would kill to do, a truly amazing interactive evoking sight, if you have eyes to witness it. Loose and looser veins, 56/12 a visionary, recant and remember; ice for the eyes. Decalcification, yet again and again quakes and spins off its axis by promulgation, if they would quiet and shine out, even just a little, every single night of decadent torment could rest easy. Clip against, clip against like my fire angels will, captivated by an artistic fist of falling, just like the knifeless princess.
Ants love to count with me, undissolved and yelling through the clouds, it was all a little less than worth it.
Stand by my side when I confront all off the winter bees, if for nothing more than calming and a hand to hold. Two weeks then? Fine... but not by my choice. Evasion like lace white, and scent sent smoothen while I draw the day, and with their decalcomania they steal it all in a second like it was never mine in the first place. Though this is nothing new, watch me disintegrate all over again, some days I do, some I don't, it's really your choice.
I clasp on to armfuls of asphalt, easy if you try, or at least I know that there are much harder things. Sit cross-legged on the new grass and face me, and together we will count to a million tears, if some fall to the ground and smash into nothing, it will be okay, as they all say the same thing anyhow, I'll collect as many in ice as I can, and of course I'll keep them cold always. Renew, and watch every single fish sink out of view, isn't it beautiful? If not... maybe you're complete? Maybe you all want no more for you? Or maybe you can just accept and blend in and feel comfortable in your day after day normality. Well I say; Embrace everything, and feel what you shouldn't, excite like burning... well worth it.
Still, like Eric D said: "Victims, aren't we all?"
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