String Theory
He invented animals from flowers
Flowers from nothing
And nothing from everything.
She created light from sound
Sound from silence
and silence from cacophonies.
Everything dreams itself into existence
From dreams spring reality
and reality is only perception.
One to one
eye to eye
A thousand realities colliding and spinning
A millions faiths ebbing and flowing
growing like flowers from nothing.
More than Words
How to Love
Can sound express emotions?
Can letters stop a heart?
Can words create a destiny?
Wo Ai Ni.
Desire wanders through veins
Highways to the heart
Stronger, softer, crueler, kinder, incredible.
Aishite'ru.
Every language can say them
Words given meaning
Fools speak them with disregard.
Je'taime.
Feel it overcome you
Ache when it breaks you
Sing when it heals you.
Te Amo.
Trust the heart,
Embrace the pain
Laugh with pleasure
Ich Liebe dich.
Straight, Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian, Transgendered
The words hold power in our minds
The words hold no power over it.
I Love You.
Lithium Flower
Is that really human?
So perfectly human, in brilliantly dim lights, a lie on her lips
Speaking the words of another like they're her own.
The Stage is a world unto itself.
She paces, her blocking natural, her voice projected
expression in her gestures and her face.
She soliloquizes.
The audience is quiet and intent, watching as she watches them
Waiting for the climactic resonance.
She is a reflection.
A reflection of humanity in all its tilting glory
Selfish, loving, heroic, villainous, humorous, humble, she is fluid.
She whirls to downstage left.
Her words quicken: anger. She moves upstage left.
Her breath is short: anxiety. She rushes to upstage right.
Her voice becomes soft: regret. She walks gracefully downstage center.
Her goodbye is poignant: serene. She moves to centerstage.
The lights go down on the scene.
The world dies with the light.
And so does she. Just for tonight.
God of Poison
"If one drinks from a bottle marked poison, it is sure to disagree with one eventually." Alice, Alice in Wonderland
A fraudulent Zodiac
Something to mend the madness,
Take a hit and it cancels out the day.
Can I get clean again?
Do I really want to?
I can't keep doing this.
I can't take reality.
The god of poison
is crouched down in my room,
I float away to serenity.
I can't get clean again.
I can't go back again.
I know it kills me.
But I'll die without it.
I endure the withdraw
Never saying 'addiction' or 'junkie'
I excuse it with 'because' and 'medication'
Nothing will get me clean again.
I don't want to get clean again.
I need to get clean again.
I can never be clean again.
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