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Month: March, 2014

The Peasant’s Last Journal Entry

Thy wonderful mistress!
For a peasant like I,
You sure made me feel you were within reach
This wonderful closeness
Felt so right, I can fly!
But here in the slums,
They all say it won’t be long ’till this is over
And they were right!
For we disconnected,
And I meant less
And less,
And less,
To you
M’lady, were your words to me ever true?

Note to self:
Let it whisper,
Linger,
And stay in your head,
That you are just a mere peasant that is better off dead

Patient Imagination

I have finally figured it out
I don’t need love just yet
I need not have to spend my days running,
searching for the feeling
For it will come to me

And in this current state
This state of wait
I will create
And I will paint
This remarkable thing we call life

Your life does not start when he or she comes around
Your life has been here from the moment you took your first breath in this world,
and the moment you’ve experienced sound
And I would like to enhance this wait
To be able to make use of this ability
To think and to make

And once you arrive in your destination
And I have amassed my creation
I will reveal to you a world
Of my patient imagination

Prefix (Everything)

Never forget Stuart Sutcliffe

“Neko” Means “Cat” in Japanese

Meow.
Did you read that aloud in your head like a cat? No? Thought so.
I wonder why.
Weird things are happening around us,
And weird things are happening within us.
Why is a woof a woof,
And a croak a croak?
You caught my eye;
From the moment you spoke.
You caught my eye;
To the moment we’ve said our goodbyes.
Why does an I like a you?
Boy, oh boy, I wish I knew.
And all of this? They are all felt within our bodies.
Our bodies, really!
This container of blood, water, and disgusting little guts;
Hard to believe it is true,
More than it just making the cut.
My brain strained,
And my mind restrained.
Are we ever going to stop learning,
When we know that the number of what can be learned might be of infinite amount?
It all seems so lucid,
Yet at the same time so confusing.
I’m overloaded,
I want to give up now.
How did it all come to this,
When all I was asking was something about a meow?

Biblio-tuation

Her eyes blurry and her eyes on words
The best thing in the whole damn world
My eyes blurry and my eyes on her
The worst thing in the whole damn world
My system shy
And my system dies
Help me get back to work again

My eyes blurry and my eyes on words
With an occasional little eyes on her