Saturday, July 22, 2006

i was digging through some old files looking for some specific things, and i seem to have found them. without further ado, here they are. enjoy.

what is the process for removal, the process for amputation, for something carried so long that it has become part of you? how long is the procedure, or is there one at all? disposal was so easy before awareness came to life: reduce, reuse, recycle; litter kills the earth; save the rain forest. reduce the difficulty or complexity of life, just carry an addiction so the withdrawl pangs leave you be. for some this may make sense, but for others it's a simple cop-out. run far, run fast and avoid the issue: avoid the luggage at all cost, you won't need it where you're going.

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rally rally
this radicalism
this idealism
the war's been fought before
but something makes it new now?
the argument has been heard
the sides have been presented
but still the sides remain, like the sides of a pail
cilindrical logic
keep your mind off what matters
keep your mind in the bucket
with its empty contents

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all i know is i was waiting to die
and all i could hear were muffled tears
watered eyes were trying to mask fears
and you arrived along with a calm
and dieing didn't seem too bad
because calmness lasts much longer
than any fate
for fate is fate which is not an eternity
but the depth of a calm is immeasurable
as is the measure of death
but calmness in the face of death
travels beyond immeasurable
approaching incomprehensible...
no better fitting mood for a martyr

i honestly wouldn't be able to tell you how long ago i wrote these things. i do know that they were written during a post-2000 summer. that's about it.

-sin613
All things are full of labor;
Man cannot express it.
The eye is not satisfied with seeing,
Nor the ear filled with hearing.

That which has been is what will be,
That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.
that about sums it up.

old habits die young

let's find a middle ground
between the topsoil and the bedrock
nice and dark, with just the right amount of moisture
we can wait there a long lonely time, maybe even an eternity

some rainy day, when the water trickles down to feed the spring
i will spring to life
and we will teach you a lesson, we will
because old habits don't die young!
no, they rarely die at all

a short nap. as long as is necessary.
i wake to find you weak and i am all the stronger
for this time i have roots, and such deep roots they are!

set aside your fears, we are not at odds...
we grow upon your property
and properly you seem to meet our needs
by feeding us every now and then with such delicious water
oh that sweet, putrid water...

but some day. some day.
some day you will find a middle ground
you may not be a habit, but you are habit food
i do believe you'll fit in, yes you will
right snug between the roots, the worms, and the hell that awaits you.

yes, we'll make you cozy.

p.s. the pronouns change intentionally.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

a close friend dies a good death

farewell the day complete - maybe a whisper, maybe a scream
maybe signs of passing time wasted, yet a scream of time to come
farewell the day approaching
farewell, farewell.

the lids of eyes and jars open. ajar.
a jar to keep the vitals, a jar to keep the eyes
a container for the organs, since you can't contain yourself

the embalmer is on the line
he bids you to be bold. or italic. or underlined.
he bids you to be, as today you are not.
farewell the day replete - maybe bliss, maybe a dream.