nightmares.
the fruit
of
a sick mind.

in them,
you are
beautiful.

a bronzed effigy
eyeless,
souless,

cold to the touch
and
eternally unmoved.


[wake up to the real thing]

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we talk of spirit anomalies
about their reason to be here,
the allegory of their trapped state.

mouthfuls of purpose
shackled to them--
unrequited ambition,
tales of romance,
revenge.

maybe they are here to live in peace,
they live to walk among us unhindered,
enjoying the earth's beauty
equal,
observant,
tolerant.

time?
what of it...
they have no pressing matters,
no one to impress.

we think we live,
but we rot,
we die,
painfully
by time
and fate's
cold
hands.

everyday
a little more trapped,
a little more in debt,
a little more intolerant.

is there no greater life than one unbound?
no worse death than soul trapped by beating heart and pain of flesh?

the ghosts
they laugh at us,
but offer no pity.

it
would
be
undeserved.

NB @ 11:27 AM [ 0 comments ]

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a relationship,
beginning to end:

walking through a warehouse
engulfed
in
flames,
armed with a glass of water.


you called it
relatively
unscathed.

NB @ 3:02 PM [ 0 comments ]

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so quick
discourage
disarrange
cut the world
into tiny
little
chunks.

i'll ride it,
every word
over the embankment...
steel,
blood,
stone,
mud--

become one

we think beauty to be serene,
but
it
is
complicated
and obscene.

NB @ 9:15 AM [ 0 comments ]

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