Sunday, November 28, 2010
My temple, My movie.
I have lived my life as a romanticized movie. I was always waiting for someone to walk into it, or someone to walk out of it. Somehow they were supposed to make a difference in my life, change my mind, touch my heart, or inspire my soul. But I…
The Third & The Seventh by Alex Roman
This is all CGI and it is utterly amazing. It’s pretty photo-realistic.
(Source: russellsalter)
Im not yours, and youre not mine
But we can sit and pass the time
No fighting wars, no ringing chimes
Were just feeling fine
This is where were supposed to be
Sitting by a broken tree
No tragedy, no poetry
Just staring at the sky
I could wait a thousand hours
Stay the same in sun and showers
Pick apart a hundred flowers
Just to be quiet
Tell me when you feel ready
Im the one, theres not too many
Hold my hand to keep me steady
Just to be quiet
With you
I like it here beside you dear
Youre even more than you appear
And in the clouds my head is clear
Every time you say hello
So heres my heart, and heres my mouth
And I cant help if things come out
Cause there are words I want to shout
But maybe Ill stay low
When someone tells me god works in mysterious ways, all it says to me is the world is crazy and your god doesn’t make any sense.
The Humanitarians
The smell of home, that dreadful tone
You can taste the age in the air
Familiar faces in unknown spaces
There’s no discrimination there
Similar halls and peachy walls
Wrinkled skin and scribbling pins
Diagnosed ink filled pages
Drawn up arms with helpless charms
Servants choosing what we wear
Don’t get out of bed
Or you’ll bump an old head
Or so they have said
Some bring gifts, and cards, and care
Others walls are completely bear
All alone
Not even a phone
Can give them their freedom I swear
Arcadian rhythm is thrown such a mess
While the cube of these walls retract with such jest
Electric locks replace the old bars
If I could only get to the cars
Removable bones and rolling chairs
Help to drains and unknown names
Broken down flesh
Blackened, yet fresh
A falling star visits today
So I can no longer bear
I’ll visit my personal heaven today
Red and white lights
As servants take flight
A sigh of relief as I smile with no teeth
And I take that last breath
As they arrive to what’s left
Occult
Parting flesh is such a mess
To the sheets and the mind I would say
A family will sin just so they’ll win
But they’ll lose, because they can’t change a thing
What’s done has been done
And I fear that I’ve won
The battle of health anyway.
I’ll outlast them all
And I’ll have a great ball
Just as soon as I get my back off the wall.
You’ve had me pinned there
So why do I stare
At the way I’ve been over the fall
The fall of myself and the fall of my health
Brings the most comfort I’ve felt
As she removed my old belt
My mind is perplexed at the ways I obsess
As her hips sway in my gaze of her ways
A fingertip brush on the waist of a lush
Orgasmic filled twitch with her hips
A tongue on the ear and a bite cause such cheer
For what is to come is so near.
Hand clasped in hand
The grip is so grand
Time is apparently not what it seems.
My perspective has changed
This doesn’t feel strange
As I’ve opened the seams of her lips
A gentle embrace is all that it takes
As our hips stir here to there.
I fear if I cease to continue this lust
Then my heart will scream as it busts.
My heart could have been, a door left unclosed
Until I’d felt the tingling of your nose
My mind was so meek
Before a creamy white dream fills the mouth of her seam
I’ll sleep so damn well as my hearts dried out well
Becomes a gorge for a rainy day flood to fulfill.
