alial&sivart: September 2013

28 September, 2013

Saturday On Earth

You, me, and the time zones in between,

Walls of woods,

A spilling ocean

Chemical clouds,
Broken roads

Build with me an astral highway

Meet me halfway

I'll meet you any way
Love enhanced

Take me dancing

Under different stars

Nevermind I'm tomorrow

And you are last night

Out of sight

But not mind

In this heart

what should we plan,

if planning is all we can

do for now

until the sun sets one last time

Maybe a rendezvous

Unmasked

Taken to flight

To a different sun

unmasked..

stripped to the core

a me- half empty

a you- half overwhelming

where is home?

Somewhere over a rainbow
Where skies are purple

Boy & Girl

Swirling

Up the spiral

you are inside my mind

you see what i see

your familiarity confuses me

calms me

Be my tomorrow

Today

I have not forgotten

Are you remembering

The dream?

my love,

it went something like this

different names

faces

different place

Twin souls, Singular Goal-----lost text....................................................

From a camp outside city walls

Stars blink twice

This night

Between two rocks

One ash

One fire

i am the ash

you are the fire

the stars blink once

for me

once

for you

we take the call

you are the one
you know the truth
where do you go
what are you up to
doing what & where
who are you with
when will i know
can i ever join you
you do everything the other way round
I only make sense when i think through your mind
your selilquies enthrall me
and i am daring to believe
all i have for proof
an obscene familiarity
and without this.. i am nothing
& i feel you disintegrating
you are forgetting who you are
you forgot you are supposed to be alive
and i can't wake you up
you are deafened
dumbed
desensitised
my love
wakeup

wakeup

my love

desensitised

dumbed

you are deafened

and i can't wake you up

you forgot you are supposed to be alive

you are forgetting who you are

& i feel you disintegrating

and without this.. i am nothing

an obscene familiarity

all i have for proof

and i am daring to believe

your selilquies enthrall me

I only make sense when i think through your mind

you do everything the other way round

can i ever join you

when will i know

who are you with

doing what & where

what are you up to

where do you go

you know the truth

you are the one

27 September, 2013

i woke up on a wrong morning on a wrong bed

& i watched it
as it grabbed me
By my veins
by our hearts
caressing thorns bounding arms
slithering down my breath

Chocking my attempts
of a naive escape

From a home i do not belong to

of imaginary others

Everything that I don't ..

exhibitions
like a roadblock
To everything else

That is my home

an easy way out

every
Morning.. there is none.

.. so don't

by hearts
By veins
as it grabbed me

& i watched it

26 September, 2013

talk to me

how can i keep my heels on
when one foot is in a puddle and the other on fire
thrown across my equater all day long
next stop is the other stop- non stop

atlantis 1

is it true

is it twisted and censored

thoughts intercepted

am i hacked

am i fed

why would i lie

is it strange

i let it out

what is this secret

brewing

within the cracks

of my heart

why would i say that

that you had to die

that i had to kill you

i say:

liquid better than air

water my lover.

engraved in a vague memory

our home

what was yours

what was mine

it's futile

i can barely remember my name

what happened to us

scorned

purposefully abandoned

our children lying below

forgotten

me, you

bleeding a whole ocean between us

on our knees

we surrendered

torn-

we were one-

remember?..

when i was in you

when you were in me

dream

it was you
wasn't it
it was
but it wasn't
but i did not think of it i just knew
i just knew that it was real
in my house
which was yours
but was mine
and yours- because it was
though mine
and i saw it for the first time..
i hide in your quarters
they won't find me
they wouldn't
i'm in my quarters
they should know this
nothing is going on
i'm in my room
but you're looking at me from a different room
different place
walls transparent
but for others, in place

those moments of silence
of gaze
took us to a different place- all together
you say it is safe
we're alone in Space

and our bloodlines in between..

dream

Perfect Little Mistakes

Take note of the birds...
The radio...
Great sense of timing.
Yesterday already.
Comically fitting,
Coinciding follies,
Is there a framework?
Chaotically appropriate,
Never you mind,
Whats been said.
Creeping events,
Is it really what we meant?
Was that the ideal!?
Turning on a wheel,
Downhill, no breaks.
Perfect little mistakes.

Nonetheless

Beyond the deep blue back of my hand,
What can we withstand in a forsaken bubble of annoyance?
Through and through and down and out.
An erratic shout about time and the mimes that circle the hours.
What the heart devours behind the skin it pleases.
A chocolate kiss of pain,
Nothing to sustain the prick of a fingernail untouched.
We had'nt much.

from Book i, Chapter i: space

But I am a god in amnesia

I should not forget

I should be aware of this

It is either I or other versions of me.

I am the creator of this world

I am the writer

Every version of you can be redeemed by your own making

You are responsible for your choices

& seek the experience of the knowledge which is being endowed

Implement the knowledge which came from the experience

Slowly & consciously

Instead, why not return to the garden and redesign this dream

Ceaselessly & persistently

You have been designing a dream world to sneak away to.

& that I should be seeking the world in which I have imagined this one.

& I will find that the second world seeks for this one

To stay within the realm of conviction, I must dream up a dream for the dream.

I write about how I would rather have my life be.

Creating new worlds and possibilities

& The loop goes on forever

Weaving, interacting and colliding

Two dreams within each other

A world within another

Characterized

What is a friend...
\But that character you used to pretend.
That No One on the bench,
\That No One under a tree,
\Whom only you alone could see,
\Chasing clouds under the sea.
...That No One who used to be.
Laughing and falling and oblivious to time,
\Dependable and reliable and sublime.
\Sharing and giving and never running out,
\Daring and living and void of all the doubt,
\...Long before their ears required you to shout.
And now that friend is pretending as well,
\Laughing and falling and ringing his bell,
\Independent and unreliable and cloaked in a gaudy shell.
\...Lost in some extravagant hell
What happened to these fairy-tale-friends,
\Who are now running errands until the bitter end?

Adhesive Recital

A conspiracy to rise the dead and bury the
living while we're patting ourselves on the
backs and blowing bubbles. Bellows from the
cavities of an interpretation decay.Shooting
down the frivolous beauty of comparison.The
radar hairs of my arm and an eyelash
brushing the pillow I embrace.
Infatuation with the never-ending story.
Bite my toenails and spit out my weakness.
Gasping for air in the teaspoon that serves
you.Mistletoes under the furnace and it burns
our laughter in the wet grass.The fourth
leaf of the extravaganza clover was picked
upon a pedestal atop the stairs. Sam I am
and the sailor man anchoring in the middle.
Doggy-paddle saddlebacks down the trail of
trial in the cactus-bush serpent safari.
I shot the clouds exploding apart into the
sun with sweat in my eyes and a snake in my
shoe--

A.D.D

The character internally,
No epiphany,
Dying of hunger,
And Im leaving the sin.
Moved w/ pity and indignation,
Seriously delinquent.
Call him on the carpet,
Children of a lesser mob,
We'll do it all on Sunday,
Dramatic imagining,
Latest news on Broadway,
Bloodletting on the Avenue.

Discontent

Last night I stayed inside,
Such a great place to hide.
The walls held me close,
While it was freedom I wanted the most.
\Last night I left the house,
It was as a quiet as a mouse.
The bright lights were a lovely distraction,
But the real idleness was in the action.

Untitled

You look at them like the wounded in spite.
Back to back, we're lovers at night.
Dark hair of ingenious sorrow,
Framing the face of every tomorrow.

Love Vaccines

Which shall remain nameless...
A washcloth never boils.
A new nun.
Just long enough to hate us.
Introduce yourselves,
Administor to our dietary needs.
Love Vaccines.
Down on the weak.
A large cast of regulars.
You dont need it but that's good,
Bon Apetit.
Nothing puts angels in their place.
We believe you now....
Replacing corruption.
Animated by hand.
I have to sit down now.

My Sunday is Your Monday

Up above the hard light your soft moon waxes poetic memoirs of a faint dream, sights unseen until the sunrise beams bright in your mind -at a loss to find meaning in the crossing off of a checklist written in the thick of it...this business of living in it, like some cosmic ripple with nipples and a long neck- like a fleck in the spatter- just a few invisible pieces of matter, scattered about a bipolar vortex to another strange environment, spitting out pretty colors around our greyscale defeat, secretly neat in all it's replete and utter chaos, like a coin tossed to the wind into a double-sided wishing-well inversion, just another variation on a theme, perhaps a perversion with a scheme, maybe even a fat cat's dream most wide-awake and unmistakably coherent- parent of all including itself, getting high with a little help from its friends, sending itself love-letter preludes to a kiss, dearly missed indeed, poor old thing, the sight unseen in the sunlight gleaming off your blinking eye, mascara-dyed and black as the night, with no moon in flight - an observation you might contrive in the dark in some parked car in some park far from home, under stars so cold and impersonal you could cry, but why not just sigh and simply say hi to this impending surprise delight..so frighteningly real you can feel it to the core, sore and tense, fenced in by itself, as if painted into a big complaint in a small corner - born for your own sake unto this fake ouch reality that can really hurt, as it flirts with words and symbols among the nimble and quick, hitting brick walls taller than fallen angels, sitting pretty and new-fangled, dangling a million hearts over the edge.... pledging never again when severed thin, in the thick of this checklist-productivity -a shipwreck obscenity with many men ever winning the war on peace, fleeced with nervous tic trying to swim with red bricks for shoes and the blues for you shrewd sirens of the crying sea, weeping free it's waves of reflective grace from the dark face of its turmoil- tranquil all the while- as miles and miles of deep-secret cover-up crash bashful upon the shores of mountain-top continents, all bent out of shape....displaying things great and small and all divided up into greedy pieces, by beasts turned men, grinning smug as their shoulders shrug off smog while their knees buckle and their heads nod, and into their hands they fall as they stand bipedal and tall, feeding old habits in the call of the wild while out from the rabbit-holes we emerge, purging periodic, erotic in our smooth-skinned forms, born unto this to-do-list closed-fist battlefield, though we had a feel this might be tough we concluded enough's enough...so don't dare fucking scuff up our love...we've been buffering up above and we wear the gloves that cover your fingerprints ever since we cringed at this war-torn ego-binge we now call home- full-blown amnesiacs attached white-knuckled to this sea-swallowed landmass, holding fast for dear life a handle once thought had... until the madness set in bad, sad as the day is long, all wrong in the long evolution of progress... may we simply suggest an alternative to your furtive denial and smile upon a change a heart, no question-mark, no bark nor bite, no frightful nights or spiteful moon, only you and me and this....kissed upon the furnace, checking off our list....

life mirrors art

we accept the exchange.

we're waiting for you

manifest under our skin,

take anything that is offered.”

“show off to the unknown..

exhibiting what the body can be

desperately

surrendering..

wantingly.

aware,

aware

moving in a trance

naked flesh,

on warm blood,

my passionate overture

to passion incarnating,

drunk on your allure..

a lucid high

under to above

falling

give it back.

take it.

sensuality offered..

immense.

consumed by sex

stunning

i am stunned

you are an inexplicable truth,..

a mute murmur

inside a book i am trying to birth..

our lineage

our blood

decent

origin

secret whispered inside our minds

born onto us

graceful

generous

a passion,

a justice

poetic

swelling,

creating from nothing

birthing events from a runaway thought

feel it

our souls transmogrifying

between the sighs

each and every sigh

it is time to notice..

oblivious to whom it belongs..

far away & beyond..

moans

whispers

listen..