i listen to your creativity with a bar of laced chocolate in my stomach and the frustration with you sitting on my heart. i don't want anything more than a physical connect with something real so in the absence of that i choose the surreal and surrender myself to it's drugged fueled visions. you will not mark me and the one before has seared my soul so i sit in the middle no man's land waiting for the next brave soul. dark nights of wandering fingers and ghostly lovers have left me parched and needy. when will the oasis of tenderness come? where is my sea of love and gentle lover guide? the drugs kick in and i find that i must offer up the better parts of me to sail across their oceanic memories.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
we are searching in this age of post modernism, where structures and institutions no longer work, for they had left us with nothing. beaten and broken we have been shattered by the weight of keeping up appearances and books of rules. love and grace have been bound up in shackles locked in a deep dark hole, their personages co-opted for the political games. truth is a seemingly impossible commodity especially from those who are the gate keepers of the real. the guardians of honesty have sold their soul for a wealthy socialist's ironically constructed lie. life seems solidly topsy-turvy in a festival play and nothing makes sense as each card comes up to say it's hopeless tale. i can't make sense of these warring signs and stories before me...each has a piece of truth like the elephant tale but not compose a animal in it's whole sense. clarity has been lost and i swim in a sea that that has no boundaries and looks out past infinity. so inside and outside and around and through i'm seeking the answers anew.
Posted by jessi knippel at 11:24 PM