Paris

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13

Fri

2015

Fear

Hell

Paris

Bomb

Death

Crime

Terror

Crisis

France

at         at

war          war

with             with

Unstoppable Spirit

and                       and

Love.                        Love.

We                                 We

stand                                    stand

with you                                      with you

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Let 

Love and Hope and Peace 

be your foundation in this time of 

hate, doubt, and war 

主权雾

主权雾

云忘了他们生地方的
和与凡人们在地上睡
等待太阳叫他回家
可是太阳决不上升,
雾决不离开
伪装真相
的血腥选票浇注了
从老口的
对坟墓幼的。
扭曲谛悼在
加厚迷雾
所有想要被遗忘的失落
现在的发掘。

Sovereign Mist

The clouds forgot their hallowed place.

And slept on the ground with mortals

Waiting for the sun to call them home

But the sun never rose

And the fog never left

Masquerading the truth

Of bloody ballots pouring

From the mouth of old

Unto the graves of young.

Twisted truths grieve in

The thickening mist

All wanting the forgotten lost

And present exhumed.

Change

I slept on the blanket
Of green grass
Under the auburn autumn tree.
And with my shallow breathing
And brown shaggy dog
kissed my appeased soul
I closed my eyes and fell
Asleep under the shedding
Late fall trees, as cotton candy clouds
Effortlessly Floated by

Days passed in harmonious tune
And I awake with a humorless start
The beautiful landscape I had slept in
Had subtly altered from the blissful state
Clouds had to work hard to move
And no longer joyfully sang with the birds
Leaves did not fall from above
But orange moths dotted the sky
The grass was yellow and famished
And cut my skin until I bled
Yet the dog hadn't changed
Except now it wore the maniacal smile
Saying wordlessly "you don't know me"

Summer

Summer fades as an afterthought 

Falling leaves reveal the shallow

Skeleton of a life far lost

Words ring in the bare cove

Repeated by the wistful waves

For the ears of the deaf

Stark reminders bright as snow

Dot the mourning mountainside

Of the life so far gone

People are held together by yarn

 Felted by the hands of the Beholder

But my hands are slow and weak

San Francisco

Sand walks through my toes
red pillars gaze through the fog
auburn coffee burns against my lips
the bustle of people fade
as my world is born to haze
I am engulfed in clouds
who forgot their place
in the high sky.
Bells call from their lofty
dark cavern.
Calling me home
with seven dull pangs.
My surroundings start to fade
As i am called back.
But my eyes struggle to focus
on the beauty this posses
burning the lightning
blue eyes into my mind

Overbearing

I walk to the edge
this is my life now
Daily come to death
frolic in her arms
Hold her black hands
against my barely
beating heart.
But she pushes me
from the cliffhanger edge
"You're not good enough for me"
she whispers and floats away
because I am never the best
never truly good enough.
Even death mocks me

Puzzle

Almost 4 years ago

I found a puzzle. 

I opened the stale cardboard box

and smelled the new book smell

held in the 4 walls of that puzzle. 

I started piecing together 

the image that became my life

and then I stumbled upon  piece 

Like no other I'd ever seen. 

It was beautiful. It out shone 

the sun and the stars. 

I was scared of this piece

How could I not be afraid

of the purest perfection?

I spent years working on the puzzle

slowly getting used to the one piece.

But then the puzzle was stolen, with 

only one piece away
from utter completion.