B Friday

I need a safety check, one, two. One, two.

It was her dragon's fire kiss
that made me long for bliss and ignorance
And how she struck me to my knees
knowing, even knowing she would deceive
how she knew not her witching power
like we were but opposing Bishops
in this black and white war of fiction
forever passing with grasping glances that never touch
Bound by rules of the thinnest glass
Where whispered longings are all we yield
and touches of reality could never fulfill
the passions unbridled we elected to kill.

Just more lament!

I'm really working on my technique here, I know it seems like it's all going down hill, but I promise I'm working on something deeper! It just...appears shallow.

All this weeping in the air
with her back to mine own
and her dark side eyes fixed
afar on some lesser prize

Fairies fall and dragons die
Naive knights lose their pride
on journeys awry to realms of lie
even forgetting how to once fly

For without the fey and dragon lot
we're stuck in our own malignant rot
but alone and together we can pretend
it's all so much better.

Procrastinating

Should be working on my research paper, draft due monday. Am I? Of course not. I also have some strange fascination with the sea lately. Who knows? Not me! Onward, I say.


Screaming Strands

Like a speck of sand at the
shore of a sunshowered beach
With beauty to behold and the
receding tides just beyond reach
Waste and empty though it may appear
below lies another world
it's scene not quite so clear
as we look from above through waivering waters
And I think most of us shall scream,
when we're grasped by its white wraps,
who wants to trade what they know,
just for the sake of traveling below?
My how the new specks watched unimpressed
till their turn comes and it's new necks
on the line
But by then I think I shall long be gone,
forgotten like last winters setting fall.
And I wonder how it would be,
If I jumped at the sea before it came for me?

Dancing Stars

No not that stupid fn tv show.

I must be a dream from the stars
born of dust and loneliness.
A silent confession that even they know not
all this universe could hold
so it matters not what happens here
who I love, or arbitrarily hold dear
Alone we'll be once we find the end.
Now should my end come soon
before the setting of tonights moon
I bid you please don't mourn me
But if you insist, cry only once this night
And just remember, I'm forever dancing in starlight.

Take that Allen Ginsburg

God, internet back after two days is like an epic journey into Mordor, I swear.

I met someone.
Somewhere.
Once. Twice?

We must have sat down
Together.
Alone, maybe.

She asked me,
so, what's your problem?
We didn't actually talk,
just passed the lotuses back and forth correctly.
That can be a problem sometimes, too.

I say drugs,
a bit vague
that's a true story sometimes too.
but a different occasion.

There was a lot of conjecture
between us
A lot of reaffirming
for ourselves.

No arguments, for it's a bit
of a secret
but the best speakers
are those who just
listen.

And I think we solved all the worlds problems,
for a moment at least the questions paused.

Then it led to another,
Where something else was wrong.
But a new light was shining,
no, not some beacon of hope.

Our eyes saw more clearly
that the path thought wrought so dreary
was just a path,
and nothing more elaborate.

Our own introspection was the lie of reality.

And looking back I saw a fork,
a turn we took at which
we had never even looked.

Then with the truth that is this moment...

to this.

Our journey ended,
and nothing had changed,
Neither ignorance nor bliss.

But something was gleaned
from the conversation
so different,
so silent, so loud.

I think the human voices woke us,
Now we drown.

New day, and Ikeda

So this weekend is Aikido at UAB's even for Ikeda sensei. Very interesting Aikido Shihan, however he's on this kick for trying esoteric movements out and I've seen him at many previous seminars doing the same thing. I just wish he'd do a little more basic technique. =/ Daniel, you aren't up here at this thing are you? Anyway, poetry.

I'll wait for you near the sapphire-shored stream
where hazy mists linger
and failed hearts remember
the life of an ethereal dream

Would you come with me my faceless stranger
where somber waves crash
and regretful water crests
the pool of all lost loves

What if I told you such a fate was not for us
where feet dangle freely
and below they struggle
the sky our own safe perch

-till tired suns give way
to ruby braced nights
dances in star lights
-and the promise to forever stay

More?!

Two in two days? What trickery is this! (yay warcraft 3 reference) There was actually a second part to this that I kind of liked, and it even kind of fit in...vaguely. In the end, I ripped it out and I think I'll try to make it's own little stand alone shindig.

PS: Yay Asami for still being around! =p

Dream number 21 (no srsly thats the title)

I've laid in waiting for what seems ever long
In shadows of buildings and gusts of smog
Where walk means look both ways.
Twice.
And an amply stacked wallet will lead you to love.
Even dark clouds matter not a bit
(the scraping skies make the ground dry enough to sit)
Passing anonymity of crowded streets
poses threat for only those eager to greet
This city of shadows is where we all wait, wondering where you might be,
love we've yet to meet.
Oh, but this could not be me!
I dreamed of rolling hills forever crystal green,
and skies so blue the clouds themselves would sing
Where cherry blossoms flutter just for fun
and warm breezes air the pastel scene
Calling out to you alone and your special dream,
to awaken the soul that slumbers so prone
and to guide you by fairy hand,
to what could be your own flowing emerald land.

New one!

Haha, I posted that without even putting anything in the body. Oops, blog fail. Ahem, the goods. I was working for something rambly and off kilter. I think I like it, but I wonder?


Cold like an empty blanket
Paralyzed with the thought of future failure
and withered lost gods are everywhere
all around, crammed together, all alone.

Watch them through the windows
the exhibit with two way mirrors
never quite sure on which side you reside
spectacle or spectator?

In place, or out of?
Alone and together; different ends of the same place

And is this the isle,
where all lost things go?

Do you see the slaves to ideal, whom have no complaint?
Content to tick away, occupied and bloated with hollowness.

Like a darkling plain that has but remained the same. No echoing retreat, just waves returned anew.

Inevitably grasped by the sinking that is human drama
from which escape is the only dream

And would you believe,
when I was a boy, I met the most beautiful girl?