La cama de espinasPude haber desaparecido, auxiliado por la cobardía cual es primicia de tu estructura,
Sin embargo permanecer allí contigo, paciente y tranquilo- fue mi decisión,
Buscando el incentivo soñado entre las sonrisas inocentes y clandestinas,
Aquello que nunca conseguí extirpar de tu pecho pedregoso y hueco.
Pasé del velo al masoquismo innato de aquél que ha renacido más de una vez,
Agarrado a fibras de telaraña relucientes y tambaleantes,
Que sedas de hierro, carentes de enmohecimiento parecieron.
El azul se vuelve negro y el gris fluórese,
Si así uno lo quiere, si así uno lo piensa.
Te rellenas la cabeza de la insensatez tratando de mirar la fundación podrida,
La ruina y las rosas 'azules' a través del cristal de un kaleidoscopio fantasma.
Y se vuelven las armonías desvalidas en mecha encendida de vida pura,
Ambrosia falsa de manjares celestiales imaginados,
Tratando de imponerte frutos amargos como fuente de dulzura,
Pedir no más y abandonarte al descuido dadivoso,
Típico en aquellos que n
Infatuation?I only wish that I'll be able to destroy your pedestal,
So that I may glance at your statue,
Both my feet firmly standing on this soil...
That I may meet you face to face,
See right into your eyes
And grasp my hand around your shielded heart.
For only then will I truly know,
If I am, if I was, if I will be...
Friend, enemy or merely a ghost.
Mighty Kung Fu Techniques......to Catch your Muse.
I guess everyone has problem with those bitches we call muses. Not the real people but the creative force behind it all which is what I denominate: THE Muse.
You see, my Muse is somewhat a bitch. Expectable, since I can be quite bitchy myself at times. Like her victim (a.k.a. ME) she is also a bit of a teaser. She's also quite spirited and chaotic, depressed at times and lovely in the night. Sometimes she becomes a he too- but I have yet to see her come as a drag king; I'm yet to see him come as a drag queen. I wouldn't be surprised if my ever-changing, unreliable, flaky, snotty nosed, (I will compliment her later, but not yet - let's focus on defects to see if she changes her ways), deceiving, vixen of a girl, elitist, high maintenance, attention-getter-bitch does come in drag as another one of her hello-good bye-muse-style disappearing acts.
I've resolved to be cruel. Sometimes cruelty and crudeness
On WinterI have always been fascinated by winter because I don't know it. I've never touched the snow, and you could say that I really can't say I know what being cold is. Beyond the frost in the fridge or the bump I once got in my head when that little cloud (one of those, the "funny"-type) decided that it would be amusing to throw some hail on my skull. At least I can say I know what ice is....
Ice hurts; especially during the Cold Wars, at parties- in this case, a birthday party. It was good that small pools of water formed afterwards and that these also evaporated- therefore the host didn't have to sweep away all the remains from the Domestic Civil War. Of course, she still ended up mad as a rabid dog whose raw ass had been sprayed with alcohol, getting all flared up and red like a tomato to the point in which it seemed she was fuming from her navel…but that is another tale altogether.
I don't understand what it is about snow in pictures that attracts me so! It's imply frozen rain right? Wh