January 2012
26 posts
Poem
once a house made shadows once it turned made a path of light outside my eyes ran i went blind stumbled through a window I heard a song sing to me breathes that were my own followed the rooms made to pass me. pictures of walls floors glass for my hands to make a shape it was you I had to speak sing into nothing became light inside a person standing opened my eyes it was you.
Music I created →
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Anonymous asked: will you join me in casting these beautiful gems among the swine
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heart-ache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of...
Instrument
God is too big to contemplate, easier to see your teeth, feel your pulse make noises like an instrument. We are various things, learners, leaners losers, lovers, askers and tellers drunkards and dreamers wistful for the days we dream once were, joyful briefly sensual and genius and at war with ourselves. Jesus said love thy enemy can we at least be among them? because we are one of them....
