At the time [Brave New World] was written this idea, that human beings are given free will in order to choose between insanity on the one hand on lunacy on the other, was one that I found amusing and quite possibly true.

—Aldous Huxley

6:01 pm  •  25 May 2013  •  23 notes

You come like a soft whisper
               Riding the crest of an autumn breeze
Through an indigo drenched morning
                                Breaching my eardrums
Penetrating my aching blood vessels
                             Pouring into my heart
                                       Like a river to the sea

You bloom like a supernova
          Blazing radiant in a neon vacuum
A juvenescent surge of electricity
                      Pulsing through this weary machine
Rupturing my knotted gut
                    And igniting my bones
                                With lips dripping kerosene

2:52 pm  •  25 May 2013  •  22 notes

There is the grief in my left palm, a pulp of heavy lamentations;

The ‘Ohs’, the groans, the sighs that sigh away a pithy thought.

Webbed crows etched in the skin of my fist, my curled hand,

Knuckles bearing up against the contours, cuneiform edges grazing

in red, wet contusions into the right palm. The thumb is retracted,

Stroking the hope which lies there to sleep, to wake in warmth.

The heat rises with so much levity, It is hope’s warm pulse

Against which grief slackens like stones in pockets.

These are the objective correlatives in my struggle for balance.

Thinking is the fulcrum they pivot between. Always infinite motion,

Always tension as I reconcile myself with the fact that I am possible.

3:23 pm  •  17 May 2013  •  10 notes

Electricty upon my finger tips,
Everytime dark clouds -
Take over the skylight,
Colossal claps of thunder
Roll out like tumble weeds,
Let move forward,
And walk upon the sodden sands.

Red hot anguish pierces the surface,
Of the calm ocean waves,
Passionate as sin,
Faster than the wind,
Looking into your eyes,
Trying to make sense 
Time after time,
Tonight at times like these-
I should be over the butterflies that take flight,
In plain sight of a waveless shore.

I’m falling in, I’m falling down,
Into this pacific romance
Dark maraulding waves crash forth,
Causing us to plunder deeper into the coral reefs,
Sparks fly between us
For we caught the lightening of loves form.

1:21 pm  •  16 May 2013  •  8 notes