over the silent rainbow
silk tightens grip
until hand breaks connection.
a river of grapes
flows down trachea
absorbed through skin tissue water cells.
a level of free
recaps the day weekend week month
lost entries in the calendar
beg to be recognized.
dreams scuttle above head
no hook
no line
bare hands fill the sky
reach
digits sway in uncoordinated unison.
life looks down
enchanted by the metaphoric worms
which side is doing the luring?
in the middle
they meet
two things happen
both necessary
both liberating.
a house is built
an opportunity capitalized
a future secured.
a house is incinerated
an opportunity capitalized
lost in transition
exhausted
a new future secured.
i stand on the corner
no drugs to sell
one hand holds the sack
one hand holds the cubes
dice to roll
true gamblers surround me.
no money
life fills the pot.
ignorance and education
weaves a conversation
filled with insight and inconsistencies.
the pretty sounds echo
sing along with the birds
after
4,5,6
1,2,3
i keeps rolling.
run it back.
May 27, 2014
May 24, 2014
after
a talespin
spiral down staircase
smoke trails
aftermath of a thought
a hope
imploded on the heart that birthed it
spiral down staircase
smoke trails
aftermath of a thought
a hope
imploded on the heart that birthed it
May 12, 2014
Behind the Performance - Final Crit
May 10, 2014
May 9, 2014
silent
when noise dies
traces of truth can be heard.
the slow rhythm of the drum
sets the pace of the spirit dance.
liquid crashes into solid materials
and asks you to listen.
reminders of a time surrounded by the essence of life
guides dreams up a spiral staircase.
from the crown
the world is filled with makers of sound.
they scream
wave your attention to destinations unknown
thrive in the commerce of thought.
anything
to get you
not to
think of you.
sidetracked by manifested importance
we spin uncontrollably.
slam into one another.
the song is constant.
never stops to catch a breath.
silence waits patiently
so the mind can understand the heart.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 4, 2014
try not to make sense of it
bricks tumble
gravity falls
the copy runs amuck.
fun laughs
secrets scream obscenities
the world watches.
bass trembles
speakers pop bottles
the television paints never-ending images.
signals pass through flesh
cells adjust
the life of a note complicates matters.
thoughts wish to be the same
change forces the hand
knocks patterns to the floor.
and all this time
the brain tries to connect
dots leap in and out of existence
plays tug a war with rationale thought.
summer approaches.
wild out.
gravity falls
the copy runs amuck.
fun laughs
secrets scream obscenities
the world watches.
bass trembles
speakers pop bottles
the television paints never-ending images.
signals pass through flesh
cells adjust
the life of a note complicates matters.
thoughts wish to be the same
change forces the hand
knocks patterns to the floor.
and all this time
the brain tries to connect
dots leap in and out of existence
plays tug a war with rationale thought.
summer approaches.
wild out.
post apocalytic
every whisper
taps at my soul
entices me to stay wide.
the road contracts
expands
freezes in the winter night
thaws during summer rain
tears from heaven mixes with the flats.
talk of a new day vanishes.
taps at my soul
entices me to stay wide.
the road contracts
expands
freezes in the winter night
thaws during summer rain
tears from heaven mixes with the flats.
talk of a new day vanishes.
Feb 17, 2014
Long Island Connection 3 - artspace & LIU Post
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 11, 2014
status
green light, go
red light, go
red light, go
Jan 20, 2014
ruins
footsteps creep on bubblegum stained concrete
darkness pushes light to the side
observers of the night prepare
six cities arm for battle
but nothing will happen tonight
packs of wolves take inventory
they spread through streets tunnels rooftops
the opposition does the same
they divide the chess board
staking out squares
anticipating valuable real estate
paths cross
they know not to engage
a tight rope of nerves play violin strings
releasing calming tense energy
the walker flows between the future combatants
makes his notes in his books
anticipates the new order
between the madness
a cigarette burns
darkness pushes light to the side
observers of the night prepare
six cities arm for battle
but nothing will happen tonight
packs of wolves take inventory
they spread through streets tunnels rooftops
the opposition does the same
they divide the chess board
staking out squares
anticipating valuable real estate
paths cross
they know not to engage
a tight rope of nerves play violin strings
releasing calming tense energy
the walker flows between the future combatants
makes his notes in his books
anticipates the new order
between the madness
a cigarette burns
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