Archive for December, 2010


you elevated me above the game

and i want you to be the one to reap those benefits. (as in, all the space inside my ribcage. the ripplng light and currents of X)

but you have to let me


I am your Queen

but you have to believe it


i cant stand up to the doubt.


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Suddenly, all your history’s ablaze
Try to breathe, as the world disintegrates
Just like autumn leaves, we’re in for change
Holding tenderly to what remains
And all your memories, are as precious as gold
And all the honey, and the fire which you’ve stole
Have you running through all your red-cheeked days
Shaking loose these souls, from their sacred hiding space

Hold your heart courageously
As we walk into this dark place
Stand steadfast erect and see
That love is the province of the brave

Pushed under this expanse of bursting stars
Let this burning brightly illuminate the where we are
In this hollow that lovers’ voices occupy
Let it follow that we let it free, let it fly

Breaking open the walls of this cage
Intoxicated, Oh so amazed
Much like falcons tumbling from the heights at play
Conjoined, talons engaged

Hold these hearts courageously
As we walk into this dark place
Stand steadfast beside me and see
That Love is the province of the brave


– TV on the Radio

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My Mistakes

linger on my back as moles,

black and dormant. Changing shape.

coming up in nights

sprouting legs

little ant-mongers on tiny spindle toes

sending poison out the bottoms and piercing good clean skin.

My back is itchy

with these little feet.

poisons of misfaith and division,


stinging like nettles in a quiet traverse

invisible insects of disappointment

leaving trace scars between my shoulder blades.

Wond’ring why the shiver of my clavicle?

because these invisible poisons

making waves against its opposite.

the pain electricity of imbalance.

i swear its not all me

i swear that i can’t see

and that it’s killing any chance you’d have at wellness.

baby demons sinking into dimples

laying eggs is crevices of worry:

the wrinkles i gain from misunderstanding.

The tight folds of constriction.

I think

that nothing can be saved

without some form of acceptance.

because two constrictions will never coalesce –

only coil so tightly they break one another.

i am sorry for all the times i couldn’t fall open

because i swear

the only want in the world

is mine for your love.

and all these empty days stretch before me like cold hands

a laying path of desolation:

the repeating, seeping reminder

that i’ll never have you.

my failings.

my aching, oozing harms.



i didn’t understand

’cause i couldn’t step outside my body.

so developing these muscles,

the sensitivities,

the know, ( tiny movements ! )

because the only way we can unite anything in this world

is by sacrificing our own condition and experience

for the want of knowing n feeling another’s.

shaking off these shackles [controlling emotion] and traveling beyond limits of skin.

bones aren’ts malleable

but tissue is.      Like all,

becoming subtler moving upwards. The want is becoming nothing

but rather collapsing

into energy

through Love.



i’m so sorry

for when i couldn’t stand (over, under, with.)

and more

for when i didn’t let myself collapse.


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You walked around, thought yourself beautiful
Just too bad they stared, just too bad they stared
Broke up your crown, called you unusuable
See how well you fared

Stole underground, to kick your heart around
Banished from above, banished from above
Forgot yourself, your home and shot your health
Left it all for love

And on their lips
Delirious quips
Last seen with friends wishing them well

Delayed, seduced, you listened for the truth
Just too bad they lied, just too bad they lied
O come around, in form of future youth
Summoned from the sky

Ono Omode..[repeating]

Refuse these cruel
Unusual fools
Leave them to rule
In hallowpoint Hell

You’ve much to do
Now listen to the truth
Cradled in a cry, cradled in a cry

Your light’ll shine
Fire undisputable
Keep your head on high
Keep your head on high

Oh walk around, know you are beautiful

Aimless and alive, broken and divine

O walk around, know you are future youth

Summoned to the sky.



– TV on the Radio

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