Monday, August 27, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Kundalini
I came here to find you, Kundalini,
And in looking, lost myself.
This cycle, a serpent's tail,
A tale of love lost, of life, and this path I choose.
Of my own mouth over my own skin,
My own body eaten,
And digested in my own gut.
Spit back up for you,
Regurgitated in a form I imagine you will like.
Perfect and pulled together,
and masking the mess
The thrown up bits and pieces,
Of yesterday's consumption.
I came here to find you, Kundalini,
And in looking, lost myself.
This cycle, a serpent's tail,
A tale of love lost, of life, and this path I choose.
Of my own mouth over my own skin,
My own body eaten,
And digested in my own gut.
Spit back up for you,
Regurgitated in a form I imagine you will like.
Perfect and pulled together,
and masking the mess
The thrown up bits and pieces,
Of yesterday's consumption.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Mental check, is there anything I need?
What am I missing or is it just me-
Why did he choose her what was it about her,
That made him forget me, his own little daughter.
The answers to which I guess nobody knows.
I look for them anyways, coming up dry,
And so I keep after unreachable guys.
Give me the meaning that I’m looking for.
Don’t know where I’m going,
Don’t know where you’ve been,
But I don’t want to lose myself over again.
Purple painted stairs,
I think I can fly them, I wonder who cares,
I know that you want to; I know that you do,
But I don’t want to lose myself,
Looking for you,
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