Survey

I know this is not a normal post for me, but this is a link to a survey that I decided to make using questions I got from a documentary called, "What A Way To Go: Life at the End of Empire." Please take some time to just answer a few true/false questions if your interested.
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/VBRBCZM

To My Love, Winter

Sweet kiss of winters wisp,
Sapping away my heart slowly,
My heart belongs to another,
But winter is persistent,
Frail white flakes belittle me,
Slick, slippery ice nibbles me,
The cruel torrent of torment,
Dribbling in disguise,
As a maiden's sweet kiss,
I'm called back to fraught,
Whet with despise and lust,
The signature of the premature,
Attachment of a simple kind.

Why is it that we,
You and me, can't be,
As we each see, civil,
Tearing at one another,
In massive successions,
Dear Winter, loathe of my life,
Will we love one another,
As husband and wife?

1/16/13

I keep searching,
Thinking their would be a reason,
Even one thing to keep me from acting,
From professing my love to you.

I realize how protective I am,
The times i have given so much and lost,
Crimes of others that you pay for,
And i know it is rightly unfair.

All we have is our time together,
To build this foundation, to grow,
Supporting one another's pursuits,
We travel a road familiar yet foreign to me.

Despite my reservations and defenses,
My happiness is boundless,
The potential prospects near infinite,
Dreams becoming all too real.

11/21/12

Tension disintegrates the will,

Barriers once held now pulsing,

As I float through the amniotic pill,

That for a time was a blessing,

 

The puss-oozing shattered heart,

Green metallic sheen gleams bright,

Decomposing the bits of me, 

To nourish other cozen lovers, 

There must be a cure for this ill,

Frantically arriving nowhere twice, 

Still, I yearn for my antibiotic dream,

A light in my life, in the most cliche, 

Before I have described it as,

Traveling through tunnels, crypts, 

Growing, death, rebirth, or rest,

And my memories severs the clips. 

11/16/12

Suddenly I was pierced by a trusting pair of eyes,
Gleaming through my defenses like I was five again,
The gaze penetrated my soul and brought it out,
When a fish swallows a hook too deeply, instinctual,
The guts come bursting forth without any shame,
Staring into my pooling tears a gentle I Love You,
Shattered mechanisms of isolating distance reflexes,
I show who I am, who I am becoming, who I used to be,
A question apolemic and yet in contentious connexion,
Reality can only exist if there is a Nothing in comparison,
Feeling wrenched, without the decency of a solvent,
I'm in a natural human predicament, reason vs. emotion,
And as long as those gorgeous orbits grasp my contortion,
Rationality is overcome by a tide of acceptance.

I do find myself in a most peculiar set of circumstances,
With this notre nouvel amour sowing zygotic plants,
My deepest desire is to find sufficient evidence,
That the seedlings are being sown equally in both gardens,
And that dialogue may continue to present itself mutually,
Here ladies and gentlemen, the spectacle of reason,
In a relationship of necessary connexion with emotion!
Come one, come all to see this freak show develop!
It's a once and a lifetime opportunity, and the tickets are free!
Either way, the fruits will be eaten when ripened to perfexion,
And just maybe we can be satisfied.

An exercise within the constructs of western morality

GLUTAL GRIPS HOTTER LEVY WHEN TONED STURDY

Pride: Total delusion that I am better than anyone else, that my life is more important.
Wrath: Perceptions of power beyond means and despite ends, with no regard towards reality.
Gluttony: Over consumption of physical, mental, emotional, or carnal manifestations.
Lust: Allowance of physical, mental, emotional, or carnal manifestations to consume all energy and presence.
Envy: Malicious reactions to jealousy paired with delusions of self.
Greed: Desires of acquisition of things beyond the reach of the realistic and reasonable with disregard for the well being of others.
Sloth: Total rejection of the basic desires and instincts needed for survival in favor of unhealthy inaction.

10/28/12

What a full glistening pearl of a moon,
On a brilliant walk home,
Crisp autumn air kisses my lips,
Attempting to reclaim a lost partner,
The winds know of what I do with her,
While there, a cool breeze tickles,
As a reminder that Winter is still to come.

Perhaps, perhaps I will have no need,
Just maybe, Winter will not come,
She could save me from it,
But I cannot expect this of her.

Numbness once knew me,
A tender touch of Winter's intimacy,
That quiet desolation whitewashing,
Striping of all character imminence,
And subtle beauty of contradiction,
Once raking me of serenity,
Numbness once knew me.

She seems to know how to defeat it,
How to extract the essence,
Attain victory without violence,
And leave me at peace with my Winter.