talking of Michaelangelo.
Sunday, July 30, 2017
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city night painter // 12:33 pm
it's impossible to articulate into words the colours
that blend so seamlessly together
there's the crane, a dark regal silhouette, shadow of a morning's hard work
there's the old time gas station you'll visit again another day
there's the dance room with the artificial rainbow stars
there's the music and people with beers in their hands
in the city, the lights pulse against the sky
that sky, it takes your breath
stunned / dumbfounded
(does anyone else see this?)
first the pinkish violet hues, cuts into
feather strokes: dark and light yellow
and blue, that blue indescribable by words
a painter's colours spilt across the sky
carelessly but thoughtfully chosen
Friday, July 28, 2017
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shell // 11:58 am
My life is not the colours of your paint to make the face that you want. Don't pour it all over the place and make it into a mess that you deny you picked up the paint can.
I am just some shell with things being put on me. The empty hollowness inside is all a nothing. Disfigured and distorted reflection in the mirror is a stranger with some flesh and skin and something made of dust. And you are just putting things on it.
Try and love me for who I am, try and see me for me. You can't even try to understand me. How can you say you love me.
ugliness
Thursday, July 06, 2017
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that harmony, like water // 11:09 am
A look in somebody's eyes.
To light up the skies.
To open the world and send it reeling
A voice that says, I'll be here.
And you'll be alright
lyrics recall*
Wednesday, July 05, 2017
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things are picking up // 9:53 pm
you don't know who you touch and how you can touch them and in what capacity, but you certainly are touching them in some way and changing them and forming them and you don't even know and after the fact they come back to you and they are beautiful and amazing and you feel amazing because you had a part in that and the world is a better place for it
I am definitely tipsy, in the most joyous way!
Good food, good wine, good company
laughter laughter dance dancing musicing the time away
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good
Also,
I feel better when I'm dancing!
Tuesday, July 04, 2017
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fog // 10:56 pm
these days are wake dreaming or dream waking
jogging to someone else's playlist is like jogging with a stranger you feel like you might know but they are jogging far far away
kind of lost
low visibility ahead
Monday, July 03, 2017
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this, most nights // 9:19 pm
Saturday, July 01, 2017
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ride in the night // 10:26 pm
we are but recurring shadows
created and cast by the light and light and light
until the next light
and on the rainy ground,
and in the windy night
There you are,
feeling the sweat and smell
of your man.
but we are just shadows blinking a moment
disappearing until the next light finds us
shadows coming together
and starting again
and there we are again
and there we are again
and there we are again in
parallel universe shadows
riding to the bridge and the sea in the night
