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LOCATION: PHILLY_DELPHIA
RECORDS: 68
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: January 20, 2010
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I'm a red lens cap Floating and capturing clouds for nights dreams; From the deep depths of the dead, To the luminous land of the living, I bring their dreams. Sometimes I lose them and They fall through layers of sky Into the minds of disdainful children; I call those fallen heroes, Nightmares. And from the broadband eyes of vitality's encapsulation the horizon expands and expels overflowing in the cradle of prisms where the seed of creation falls the light from the crucifix of child's four dimensional walls amplified proximity dematerializes in the wake of what seems like distance of what seems like fate. This child is me, as I am him and you are we Our dreams become the soul of one another. Poisoning minds in sporadic fashion; delightful in it's sick & maddening ways. We capture these moments, holding them dear to our hearts Unintentional instances felt immediately threatening, yet looked back upon as lessons, if we must be forced to name such an emotion. Emotions; making me weak at the knees Bending, twisting me. Sometimes I wonder what it means to be free To be free of feeling, hard - solid - still. To give up pain is so idealistic in my darkest hours, but what of beauty? Lust, passion and joy. All these are nothing without the sluggish reality Boredom, loneliness, rage Solitude To give up pain is to give up life Maybe freedom is merely the ability to hurt To flail against the current Even as we drown Drown in words that are ours Ours but not ours Words that we wish we could take back Words we wish we could have said Words that exist outside of us Within us Festering. I met a man, standing by a cafe. He asked me for a quarter; so I gave him french fries He smiled, (smirked). My curiosity was just too much bear, so I finally asked the question; he seemed chipper enough. "How, my dear, sweet, desperate man could you possibly project such happiness?" I whimpered in silence; my mindscape mingling with such tedious, uninstrumental tuning. How could I not smile? "I made my fare share of mistakes," the man said serenely "and I've repented my sins. Regained things that were once, and will always be (locked in my conscience) my most precious moments." "Yet sometimes life hits you like a freight train, and there's no way you can stop it, it rolls too fast to jump out of the way. So you take it for what it is." I just couldn't stop wondering...I couldn't take life-seeming reality "for what it is" & accept that. "But how can you smile, truly smile. Are you not suffering?" Conviction in his vibrating throat organ he said, "well you came along. You didn't know me but you fed me." I giggled, realizing my own folly. He understood, and I understood...if only for a moment. |
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