sometimes the words
aren’t what they mean
and we can tell
they are winking at us

we can feel the arches
of a lover
and pass through
their columns

it’s like somewhere
you’ve been before
but that seems new
each time you visit

i looked over the ancient city
from on top of a hill
and it seemed like
it was from the future
a future
that happened so long ago
so long ago
that it’s history hadn’t even been recorded

so it repeats like a loop
and we go around
we are set to shuffle
set to refresh
every 40,000 years
or every time
you say that name

and now i look at what you are
who you are
lying before me
unaware of time
or space
or any order to the way things
are supposed to happen

i can almost touch this memory of you
from before we met
it’s like i’m almost flexible enough
to touch the back of my mind
with this memory
but i can’t quite reach

you are new
yet there is something
that has been here all along

if this part of me
that is hiding
would just come out
and show itself
maybe i could understand
or maybe
i understand now
more than if i knew
what it is really all about

bansky photo by http://pinskyblack.deviantart.com

death is not a departure
it’s just leaving something behind
that you didn’t need anymore
the swirling mass of our energy
always remains
unchanged

even as you left the room
i could feel
the needle fall into place
and the music begin to play
it was a song
that i used to sing to you

our meaning is underneath
the clothes that we wear
the ribbons and buttons
that have been pinned to our chest
by the ones who thought they knew
but hadn’t really figured us out
quite yet

we are more
than that
and so much less

it hurt to see you
in those old summer clothes
the way the light
used to shine through the cotton
of your summer dress
is the same way your veins
now show through your skin
but i think it hurt me
more than you

there are trains
that can take you places
but it’s the tracks
that bring you there
the rhythm of unexpected travel
that elevates the tempo
of an ordinary life
circular beats
that drop
as the wheel goes round
as the earth churns
and mixes our bodies together
with the soil
our skin and bones are recycled
but our souls are sustainable

http://folkisdead.deviantart.com

i’m gonna work with what i have
here
in these bones
that have fused together
in the shape
of the way
that i have lived

i’m going to retrace my steps
without going back
the ground
that i have walked
has made as much of an impression on me
as i have made on it

i will take
what i have used
and what has used me
and try to make something
new
something unexpected
yet perfectly planned
i will make a map
out of randomness

i will let nature decide
where i go
but i will choose
what to do with it
once we get there

http://stillemotion.deviantart.com

can you make a place for us
by the fire
as the sparks send up proof
of our existence
or the rumor of our existence

has god sent a search party for us
or are we supposed to send one

i was told the stars
were just pieces of ember
from every fire ever lit
that got stuck there
in the sky
on their way to heaven

they spell out a story
that’s always changing
but the sky keeps telling us the same thing
even though we’re always looking
for something more

http://motionpicture_mind.deviantart.com/

life is tall
and towers over most
making shadows along the path
so that it’s harder to see
where it is
that we should be going
even though
we are more likely to get there
with our eyes
closed



http://grimpuppetcitas.deviantart.com/

“i feel like the whole day
is missed moments”
when he said this
i instantly agreed
and then disagreed

it was his girlfriend
walking past a window
with perfect reflections
dancing across her form
against the pane
inside the glass
just out of the shower
with a towel around her head
it told a story
it made the moment
more than it was
and he wished he had his camera

as an artist
you want to render
and capture
these moments that move you
paper and pen
lens and light
flesh on flesh
or whatever
and there are so many
constantly moving parts
to our daily existence

but our experience
of the moment
is so underrated
and our awareness
the lens of our consciousness
unadulterated
undocumented
is sometimes the best
tool to capture
the beauty
that life throws at you
better perhaps
than any medium could be

there’s something to be said
about dropping the tools
just for a second
and living the moment
with the senses you’ve been given

when does life
cease to be the subject
and become the experience

to truly document the human experience
you got to be human
without the tools of your trade
if only for a few choice moments
during the day

drop everything
let the perfectly articulated metaphor
slip away
into the ether
never to be found again
never to be collected
onto page or frame

let it spill across your skin
as you skate down the boulevard
as the the collective experience
rolls across your skin
and the night air hum
gives you the beat
by which you propel yourself
forward
one step at a time

you are the metaphor
you’ve been waiting for

i have walked
by history
so many times
thinking
it was the past

http://deaddeaddeaddead.deviantart.com

the stillness of the moment
stretches out
across my chest
down my arms
and out my fingertips
across the street
through alleyways
wet
with lack of rain
and plenty of piss
it rolls along the peds
walking
with low hanging heads
and the static ladies
standing
in high-rise stilettos
looking down
from heights much greater
than they could ever realize
it brushes against the junkies
and they shrug it off
like a bad dream
that only lack of sleep can cure
it rolls under the thousand dollar
handmade italian loafers
pieced together by asian hands
with feet that will always be to small
to wear them
it goes bang bang
and no one turns their heads
or looks up
it seems to just go on
and there’s no need
for it to return to me
because it’s never left
it’s just happening
all the time
the stillness
that seems to cancel out
the perpetual motion of the street
and it’s terrifying
and impossible
yet
there is no greater comfort
i have found
than to follow it
for as long
as it will let me

http://eyeseewell.deviantart.com/

they say your name
but they don’t mean it
or at least
it doesn’t mean the same thing
to them
as it does to me

all the real names
go unspoken
like the space
between breaths

we call each other
words
that our mouths
will remember

there’s a shape
to most things
and that’s how
we understand them

but the things
we really need to get
have no shape at all

you have a name
but it’s not one
that’s ever been written
or said
except to yourself

and to me
that one time
in predawn exposure

when you showed me
what you had been hiding
without ever knowing
it was there

http://loverbutt.deviantart.com

new is something they told you
a made up place
that they gave you directions to
so that when you couldn’t find it
you’d think it was your fault

new is something so much better
than all that
it is evolution
in the moment
it is making something
that is yours
but everyone elses too
it requires theft
and persuasion
and honesty

it is free
even if it costs something
and it is yours
even if it belongs to someone else

*banksy*
http://www.flickr.com/photos/greenwood100

if we could
we would bleed
right into each other
and it isn’t like we haven’t already
been here

so many colors
and choices
it’ll make you cry
if you think about it too long

the absolute impossibility
of infinite possibilities
a unified field
where we lay
and forget about the equations
that explain everything
so well
that we can’t understand a damn thing

and it’s better that way of course
ignorance is bliss
as long as you have awareness
it’s better not to know
but you better keep your eyes open
you may miss something

http://t0x1c_d0LLy.deviantart.com

the stars
they hang there
like i could actually
touch them
like i could actually
touch you
from this far away
through all of the smoke
and mist and haze
and miles
through all of the things
i have to do
just to keep shit going
i could touch you
if i could only reach you
if i could just make my arms
as long as these thoughts
as close as the stars
when there are no city lights
to hide them
and their meaning

it all changes
with each day that passes
as they move across the sky
as we move across the grid
that’s got us locked in tight
to whatever it is
we think we’re accomplishing

we spell something different
each time the day turns
its back on the night
time passes without warning
but moves
without seeming
to end up anywhere at all
and i forget where we started
but i don’t think it matters
as long as we find out where we are
right now
as the sky clears
and the map folds
so that our bodies
are pressed up against each other

http://theblackstripes.deviantart.com

we watch from a distance
the things that are close
and feel
as if we have to move in circles
in order to make music
that matters

http://ahmetorhan.deviantart.com

it all comes down to the fact
that you tried to take something away
that was never yours to begin with

you tried to say
there was only one shape
to love
but love
shifts shapes

and whatever tries to bind it
breaks

my hands are my heart, 1991 by gabriel orozco

i wish i could have said it in a way
that would have made you understand
that it really
does change
and while the change
isn’t always good
at least it’s change

http://folkisdead.deviantart.com

i lie in my apartment at night
and i pick out the sound of a distant siren
out of the madness of sounds
that make up the uneasy
and untuned
orchestra
of the city streets
i pick out the lone wailing cry
just as it’s leaving
wherever it’s been parked
or driving along

waiting

to answer the call
the call that’s been ringing
unanswered
from my cell phone
then my home phone
then in my head
i can almost see the siren
as it travels down columbus
then right onto broadway
it’s something to pass the time
a recognition
that space is all around us
even more so than time
time to do something
i forgot
the dog
the plants
the computer
it really is best
just to lie here
i don’t think i could get up
even if i wanted to
the ambulance turned onto grant
then up my street
i can here it come to a stop
at a neighbors
the old lady probably
a door slams shut
i want to run to the window
to find out what’s going on
but i feel a pang of guilt
i am the reason reality tv exists
and i think of the journey i’ve just been on
with the hopped up medics
speeding faster than bullets
we ripped through my city
all the way to my front stoop
it could always be you
rushing to see me
i can hear them break down the door
i can see them now
and they look so excited to see me
they must have known
i’d been with them
all along
they try to help me up
but i tell them
i don’t need help
i wonder what they want
i can’t hear what they’re saying
above the wail of the siren
they must have turned it off
but i can still hear it
they are putting a needle in me
or maybe just taking one out
either way
it’s cool
they’re asking me something
maybe they need help with the neighbor
i tell them
i’ll be right back
but i don’t go anywhere

http://daviddoff.deviantart.com/

what have we been talking about
all this time
rolling
in midwest samadhi grass
praying to gods with names
that aren’t supposed to be said out loud

we are hidden
and exposed
our bodies and the ground
wet with so may things

there are diamonds sparkling
that no one has bought
and wishes
with arms that can hold us

i can see them blink
like the stars
when you laugh
at whatever it is i said

a cracked pattern appears
and disappears
revealing what’s beyond
the veil that we wear

we are held by the moon
drenched in the light
that it borrows
from the sun
and before it lets us go
there is a song

it only lasts only a few seconds
but it’s enough
that i will never forget
the simple melody

even as the sun comes up
and turns our wishes
into steam
that powers our invisible engines

and i just wish i knew
where i was going
or at least
how to get there

http://nOface.deviantart.com

written on you’re skin
are the words you would have used
if you’d been able to speak

did i see you that night
or did we just talk
i can’t remember

i know what i said
and even though i didn’t mean it
i guess it made sense
that you cried
all night
and wouldn’t talk to me in the morning

i can read you
not because you’re transparent
or because you’re open
but because it’s been written

it’s right there
and i know what you mean
it’s just that sometimes
i don’t understand

http://carynvstheworld.deviantart.com

sometimes
we can’t fit
and it doesn’t mean
that we don’t belong
it just means
we don’t belong
there

not where
there are rules
not made to be broken
or promises
not meant to be kept

we live in an age
that values
attention
but not all
attention
is good

and not everything
that’s good
is really
good for you

pick a day
to do something bad
pick a day
to be anything
they wouldn’t approve of
pick a day
to break every rule
that won’t hurt you
or someone else

i am surprised that you called
when you knew
i’d be here
when you knew
i would answer
and you knew
that i knew
it was your breath on the line
before the phone went click

http://g00dapple.deviantart.com/

you will know what to do
because it will be there
in front of you
like a torch
that will either
set you on fire
or show you the way

http://tripleVIII.deviantart.com/