Crimson deeper speeding over the darkness
Crashing into oneness
Someone witness this
I can’t stand the idea that I’m here alone
Project my experience on the silver screen
I haven’t got time to feel like shit
Can’t you see I don’t like it
Kill myself a thousand times
And wonder why everyone wants me alive
God dam it
Who the fuck is anyone?
I would take something from anyone
I would take your shoes
And fall in love with your bleeding feet as you walk across the razor blade beam
If I knew it meant
Heaven
Nirvana
Salvation
Enlightenment
Peace
For all
One
Or
The many
Why don’t you know the truth
It isn’t something you have to prove
It’s just the way you feel
And what you think see breathe
And everything about the way that you wanna be
I can’t tell you anything
About the future
So what am I?
Never saying anything about the realities that you experience
It’s just a fucking waste
Of something
That could be true
Why do you say
Nothing
It’s a pathetic fucking god dam waste of energy
Kill yourself and do the world a favor
Because if you are not in touch with what’s real
Then you are wasting a life
Die
Reincarnate
Come back as something better
Like a rain cloud or a daffodil or a cat
Or some kind of Buddha
Otherwise
GO TO HELL
I thought you had a connection to the truth
I thought you had a connection to the truth
Everyone was saying something
I can’t hear anything
No one is saying what they mean
No one is aware of how they are
It’s scary and lonely and fucking weird
Is this happening
Right now?
Where are we?
Do you know?
Does anyone?
What have they all said?
After you are dead you realize all this shit was just an illusion
And finally
You are free
But the passion of the body
Keeps us here
Pleasure induces
Pain repells
The taste of you reminds me that there is something deeper in me
That wants to heal
I could rejoice at the thought of us on the wild beach at night
stars crashing down
Our naked bodies melting
together in the heat of the burning stars’ flame
Perfect death
There is but only this:
You and the spell
Friday, May 15, 2009
The Spell
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5/15/2009 07:39:00 PM
Consciousness Leila Kincaid, Leilakin, poetry, The beach, the spell
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