June 2011
“A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.”
—Vincent van Gogh (via mercifulmournedmeek)
Got graveled today by a 4 year old on the playground…
Just changed my shirt in front of a half-open window where young, attractive men are picking up tree branches….
Hills and Dams
Take down the rocks and let fall the raging waters-
Endless cascades pouring powerfully, thoughtfully cleansing the inwards of my conscience.
Take down the shelves and let fall the bursting bottles of green and bronze-
Cracks down their glass, leaking of rage and lust for molecular purity.
I just want to be myself.
Give me liquid, give me solid, give me gaseous, give me tangible-
Give me anything you think I’ll need, take care of me tonight.
I want to feel like I’m back on that plane.
Floating in purple hazy skies over everything, lines of gold and brown, underlying structure,
It doesn’t matter here who thinks of what and who reminds and lacks and hurts,
All that matters are the few beating blades that propel us into flight, the quivering spinning denial of gravity.
Summer is a time for contemplating beauty.
Virginia Is For Cameras (Clipse vs Matt And Kim)
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The Hood Internet - Virginia Is For Cameras (Clipse vs Matt & Kim)
“Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.” —John Donne (via thatkindofwoman)
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.” —John Donne (via thatkindofwoman)
