Humanities (By J.S.)
Such a shallow emerald burlesque in flustered March, Your eyes (curtains waiting for perfect silence) Tear at the same cracks of pavement (day after day) As only mine do. It was then At the other end of our abyss, I was staring back at you Tragically aware: love can only be so concrete, As another sparrow passes overhead, In pursuit of gazes of a different god.
-Isms of jizzum fly forth and glisten Rocking the Cea-Span Gray So we go drink our water static air with solder brains thoroughly salted today
Lua (Lunar Poem I)
Lite brite Fight night First hole I’ve plugged Tonight. We should know How this goes, But the Tide is not In sight -The Moon
Incantation (Sun Poem I)
Sound Wintry Story. Pink dogwood Clean. Full-scale abandon Is all that it seems -The Sun
Do you remember the red sun raw at dawn? It was then We were the same abyss Rising.
There comes a point when you can count the number of books you’re going to write...– Kazuo Ishiguro (via rhea137)
Transitions/sistors (By J.S.)
Not strong; Alive. As The Champawat Tiger Lily Claws clods of dirt, Thickening before time, Hectic petals condense with vine, Into a shoulder wrenching Shot of grape Agape Makes The Universe Grand. [Other hunters stalk Their mantle for rust bored Memories] Not strong; But alive.
I was Stone and he was Wax So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable And we frightened the small children away And our talk was old and dust would flow Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight Back o’ the kitchen door Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor And the solid book we wrote Cannot be found today -David Bowie (Bewlay Brothers)
As lovers we See number 3: A man, woman, crowded train, He who Gives up his seat So their two hands Can meet. And then there is only 2.
Today: walk around in a fit of anxiety/excitement/depression blasting “queen bitch” by Mr David bowie and well assured what I’m looking at is part of an unmade Wes Anderson film. I has this feel more writings and some short stories be up here soon. #Dontbejellybro
sassafras-gumdrops-deactivated2 asked: hey! it's been awhile. how've you been? did you ever get that spider you were so excited about and name her Mable? I hope all is well!
We shook knowledge by the spine, and tore out all remnants of dire lines. The sun glowered at danger looming and booming, but took troof in little action. As was usual, we lay grandma, grandpa, and all articles of death as moral dolls. But still they speak “Letting your muscles twitch in the way after is a true master.” And promptly threw them in the shredder of earth, as my whole...
The Four Immeasurables
May all beings have happiness and the causes of happiness. May all beings be free from suffering and the causes of suffering. May all beings rejoice in the well-being of others. May all beings live in peace, free from greed and hatred. wakeupandbefree:
As he watched the sky wrap Itself in rosey ribbons, The state of Maine Headed hurling for earth Aflame. He looks down at the sidewalk: Turns out someone left food For the gray alley cat Who wandered the streets Ad infinitum. Not too bad. Not bad at all.
On collecting all my poems. Never had hard copies besides what is already on mah tumblr. Look for revised old stuff coming soon/collection http://www.tehstillness.tumblr.com
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them...– Banksy (via sirmitchell)