Tuesday, April 30, 2013

psalm 39 1


Rhys and I listened to an audio version of this before bed the other night. Great story. He was shocked at the thoughts that came across the man's mind. This was more me than him?


Courtesy of Benjamin Tucker


This is punishment for Rhys. He had some infraction at school. He needed some attention that week. He called from school and was moaning over some minor eye injury from a flying pig carcass. It was Earth Day, so Diego and I picked him up and took a trip out to the Little Spokane River. Rhys got to see colorful tick be dispatched. If only the deterrent I might apply next time would provide the same effect on the parasites that gave me a 237.00 ticket. Rhys saw some justice that day. A ten year old tears through legality like a dope fiend through a meth mule infant. Oh, back to 451...He admitted that he was a bit lost on it, but he was clear after we discussed things. I ordered the movie which should serve to end his sentence for now.

He pierced his ears this month-built an aquarium-learned basic compass methods and shooting an azimuth- He and Sebastian led the younger two with our child labor garden in the back yard. Rhys is also enduring a Portuguese only version of his father. He has been pleasant about it. 

Speaking of...




This month a human drama occurred. Death resulted. Just as in every story of life. That is all there is. A faint memory and the velocity of living with the ability to engage time-binding. Unless you enjoy disrupting that, and involving yourself with surface tension experiments. Like this: 


"What you are now, we used to be; What we are now, you will be."

Then it just falls short of serious thank fuck.





Better out than in as they say. 

Right Fratello?

End of Month 4

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Obstinate


Obstinate

Fucking worthless
you destroyer of purity
investing nothing but your sickness to the youth you continuously produce 

Filled with nothing but cum and excuses
Both sides of the coin
meant to line the pockets of obedience
sub-liminal, your mind does not exist

These words deserve to beat your fragile face
if that soul-less pile of shit could place purpose
An endless transition of servile whining
That wakes the nature that preys upon the weak

Yearning for you to slip into it's jaws,
A flame keeps the eyes at bay 
circling in the night
This is a fast that will eventually break

Assimilation is the only way
to immerse the verse
and consider yours

To imagine the variables needed to sustain 
such a viable mess
of tangled neurological nonsense,
leaves me 
wasting my time

Drift into space
that cold silent place
witness the shadow fall
as your world is consumed

Full-filled
and guiltless
for it is the Gonad 
that engendered the Monad

Don't bother, silence is golden
and so are the streets
for those who walk upon the surfaces
that never broke







Sunday, April 21, 2013

"Why are you better?"



A Vietnam Veteran friend once told me:

"You know what your problem is? You get angry when you get covered in shit. A pig couldn't be happier rolling in shit. Stop wrestling pigs."





Saturday, April 13, 2013

We must play our lives like soldiers in the field


The life is short, I'm running faster all the time.
Strength and Beauty destined to decay,
So cut the rose in full bloom.

Saturday, April 6, 2013