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if only I could sweep away the contempt you have for me
like the trash that it is
brush away the lies you imagine of me
like painting over an accident which was out of my control
if only I could live in a vacuum
sterilized from the words you taint my actions with
if only I could wash away the urge to prove myself to you
if only to prove you wrong
when it doesn’t matter
you wouldn’t care anyway
and you don’t deserve it
you don’t deserve me
and even an ounce of the best of me would be wasted on you
if only I could just let go
free myself from the weight of you
cut the umbilical cord and the poison you’ve forced upon me
open my eyes and dare to take the stumbling first steps to walk away
I could live
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 09.15.2014 @ 9:50 pm
the sound washes over me
in a blanket of emotion
enveloping me in the feeling
floating in a dream
I walk within a mythic story
that stretches out across time
it scatters me through space
enter I, into you
all so vivid in my mind
nothing compares to this
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 08.18.2014 @ 7:55 pm
find the bravery inside you
dare to pull it out
it will give you the strength to face the hefty weight of change
and when you will have come out at the end
you will hear the music of clarity
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 08.16.2014 @ 1:53 pm
open eyes will open doors
one must only dare to step through onto the path of discovery
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 08.11.2014 @ 11:20 am
I deserve to live my life.
and there’s no reason I should have to subservient myself to do so.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 08.10.2014 @ 5:20 pm
don’t you know that sometimes we are allowed to be selfish?
sometimes its what we need most. to shut the world out, focus on our needs, wants, purpose, interests, strengths, weaknesses, all that we don’t know about ourselves or that we forget to pay attention to. sometimes theres too much out there and so much inside, you must choose. choosing whats outside before what is in you is proceeding blindly.
don’t you know that sometimes we need the judgment of others?
it is help, whether essentially right or wrong. sorting this out for ourselves is a process on the way to clarity.
don’t you know that we will make it through this?
we just cant give up.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 08.04.2014 @ 5:22 am
Why aren’t we allowed to talk to each other? Particularly and especially when it comes to those we most care for? We build up walls and hide behind them and persecute anyone who climbs over or breaks them down. But shouldn’t those closest to us be allowed in? Shouldn’t they feel welcome and unafraid? Able to approach without caution, without raising alarm?
Shouldn’t we preview them to our innermost secrets without them having to fear exile for their intimate knowledge?
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 08.03.2014 @ 11:39 am
blood red and black lace
with a voice like a noose
a mind like a whip
she welded herself just as dangerously
just as provocatively
my senses scattered before her
locking me into a deadly game
an oh, so irresistible diversion
she teased and eluded my endeavors
like the smoke which seeped from her long cigarette
to me she will always be
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 07.30.2014 @ 6:13 pm
She suddenly lay over and rested her head in my lap. My breath hitched as she blew smoke rings that twisted and curled up into the night just as my core did in response. Just as smoothly she raised back into a seated position beside me.
The capricious elven creature.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 07.30.2014 @ 6:02 pm
slowly, recognition flooded in
like the water
in which he was submerged
struggling against the onslaught
as all the pieces fell into place
one flash of light after another
as the life he thought he knew ebbed away
becoming a blur
now he understood
all to clear, he ceased to struggle
allowing her to hold him down
one by one all of her began to dissipate
each version fading from existence
he let the quiet darkness envelope him
as he watched the last of her waver
the final variations
knowing they each were being erased
ending all the destruction they had sown
“there’s always a lighthouse”
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 07.26.2014 @ 1:46 pm
they ventured out
on the beginning of a journey
knowing not what the future had in store for them
nor what potential they held, yet to discover
knowing not what they were to become
or what the world would someday be
hoping against hope
and fearing for faith
but striving determinedly on
it was a beautiful day
the sun warm overhead
the breeze caressing their brave faces
the lustful storm on the distant horizon behind them
a tempest which would never live to see its goal
instead, leaving the scattered clouds in a canvas of color
chaos inadvertently resulting in beauty
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 07.25.2014 @ 5:27 pm
in many ways
life can be as if walking through a haze
a confusing fog
or delirious daze
but now it seems so clear
ive seen the pebbles through the pond
there is only to simplify
to then see what was hiding right under your eyes
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 07.23.2014 @ 2:18 pm
up and down
back and forth
an everlasting battle
an exhausting ride
striving to scale the waves
or, better, to balance the middle ground
then, once again, falling to the whims of gravity
up and down
back and forth
as if to prank myself
into ever thinking I could gain control
and do I trap myself now?
or is it fate who’s on the line
maybe joke’s on you
ive made the choice
and choice means this life is mine
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 07.22.2014 @ 2:53 pm
playing by the book, with alterations.
same old story, with a different perspective.
more mature eyes, with more determined motivations.
my own potential leading the altercation.
being the test of time and will.
where, i dare indeterminism answer, shall it find me?
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 07.17.2014 @ 9:38 am
auburn hair. red balloons. scarlet. scarlet eyes and hearts and souls. scarlet passions that burn in the night and ache in the pit of the stomach. fast pumping blood coursing through veins of desire – racing, searching, longing, clutching, feeding, inspiring, then fading into the blackness of sleep, of rest, of peace, of death. the red of a cool star in the vastness of infinity. dust that makes the dirt, that makes the mud, that makes the clay, that built ancient homes, temples, gathering places. flowers under foot to make the day more sweet, to make the harshness of life a little more meaningful, to share encouragement to loved ones, to keep the world kind. like the egg that blooms inside the womb. the seed that will become a baby and soon a child. a child with auburn hair. she will have red balloons on her birthday and her eyes will flash scarlet when she cries or laughs or sings. and youll swear you can hear that sound, in the deep, darkness of night. in the afterglow of love and you know that theres something happening. after the supernova, in the coolness proceeding, you know that something is growing, shaping, evolving in its place. and it all goes ever on. as microbes multiply and humans change and the suns burn up and more planets and solar systems form and the universe expands, we all dance, and spin, and shake, and groan, and sigh, and it all goes on and on.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 05.12.2013 @ 10:49 pm
forward we walk, stumbling into blindness.
marching, determined, ever on.
and we fall and we bruise and we question all that stands in our way
as the chill on our skin and the tightness in our chest, the labor of every breathe
threatens to break our will.
the path meanders, neverending
while our minds begin to drift among the darkness.
we mourn our losses and cherish our memories
and hope for something worth replacing the past.
time seems to lose meaning as our hearts are filled with longing
searching for recognition, purpose, release
until fatigue and age cloud our imaginations
and what becomes familiar is the dull tired monotonous ache.
but that is when we forget the moments that excite us
the love stirring inside our heads
when we become distracted by tolls life demands from us
if we are to insist upon a joyful, fulfilling life.
these are the days when we forget to appreciate the thrill of the chase
the adrenaline coursing through the heated blood
in the face of a challenge.
do not forget the child that still lives within you.
only know that it never ceases its need for nourishment
and, if rewarded, will stay loyally faithful
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 09.15.2012 @ 8:41 pm
what if it were detension.
then we could say “i think its time for you to detension.”
or “you are detensionate.”
or “you are in need of detensioning.”
we could detension one-another.
i think that sounds nice.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 07.06.2012 @ 7:39 pm
you look so very nice in pastels. it befits the vagueness of you. the hinting, teasing, wonder of you. there’s certainly so much more there, but we cannot see. perhaps, neither can you – yet. but it is sweet, pleasant, refreshing being around you. but id like to see you explode in a star burst of colors someday, because i know you have it in you.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 03.17.2012 @ 9:30 am
if only things were that easy. pass around a balanced, convincingly written piece of paper, signed by so many people. and you instantly have things your way. but so often we disregard words. or even ideas. so often, we don’t give a shit. living in our own little shadowed worlds. it doesn’t matter how we could save or preserve someone else. not when no one would do the same for us. mostly, there would be not a moments consideration to the parchment we hold, so why hesitate for any of them. but such works can be the bravest, most noble of expressions. but hardly any one perceives it so anymore.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 03.13.2012 @ 7:56 pm
tickled and fuzzy and warm. bright colors and chattering stories under the shade and a tall building in the distance. it seemed surreal, as i suppose it was.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 02.25.2012 @ 8:16 pm
a nice sentiment. it occurs to me that much time is spent simply floating along some elusive skylike material of existence or sliding along some kind of grainy ground striving against this translucent force so that we might find a conquered and comfortable medium where we can say that our feet are on the ground our heads are in the air and we are centered in a way so that we have control of that tug that continually urges us on which originates from the core and leads us from one place to the next. like a rope stretched through the organs where all the action is going on that sends such messages to the mind and runs all over tied with others wrapping and binding and braiding.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 02.25.2012 @ 8:12 pm
they swarmed to his beehive
urged onward by a biological time bomb
simply to expire quickly at the hands of this backward order
(did you read elie wiesel in school? oh, what about anne frank? i just saw the blockbuster of the boy in the striped pajamas. like bruno, curiosity was arisen and i had the imagination to have faith in the positive potential of my species)
and that was my undoing.
there are no words, no expression for the potential that we possess. and, if there is a god, bless us for what we may do with it.
if only we would inspire some encouraging and enlightening world event equivalent to such a catastrophic portion of our existence.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.25.2012 @ 9:37 pm
take it. always. you dont have to do what youre told. in any case, you can find your own ways of going about things. its our right, after all. we’ve payed for it many times over, in too many terrible ways. besides, its our natural gift. never believe anyone trying to sell otherwise. free yourself from constraints. find yourself. you will forever be lost at the whim of others. lost if you let others forces in life other than yourself take you along. be the principles that constitution writers have in mind. a piece of paper is nothing. we are anything and everything.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.19.2012 @ 8:20 pm
outrageous, daring, unreserved. yet, poised, dominating and pleasurable.
strutting along, higher than everyone else, perhaps blinded by flashing lights, living a bold and spoiled life, untouchable on the stage, and the audience sits in awe, gawking and fawning and investing, but your not theirs for amusement, you ride your own cloud, and not so long from now, when this is all over, youll already have a mind of where youre headed next, without looking back, because you never look back, and you dont need them, you need hardly anything, you dont know where the runway leads, but you take it for your own and demand a show worth applause.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.20.2012 @ 7:50 pm
below him is one of the best places to be. as he stands there, a dominating, controlling, captivating figure. sweating, in constant motion. we follow his every move. the best of us, his every breathe. we become one with him, sharing thoughts and emotions, riding the waves of this unified sea of creation. the tips of his fingers command time and space and lead us into infinite directions, urging the onlookers to come with us.
we succumb to the sound, inhale it, and find that we have transcended to a place beyond our mortality, beyond this existence. somewhere bigger than ourselves, someplace amazing. and we’ve traveled there together. that’s the extraordinary part.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.17.2012 @ 9:24 pm
in the utmost pit at the very bottom of the stomach something is stirring. call it acid or piss or cum. but its more, so much more. it is rising and a bellow is heard. a sound of pain and loss and intangible sorrow so that there is no finding expression, no coping, no release. it is mixed with joy and bittersweet happiness. excitement and wonder. admiration. an upset leaving a taste like candy flavored bile. the need for something new and clean and pure. fresh, water, to rinse it down. to cleanse the insides and reset the processes.
but only time regulates. in time there is rest and in rest there is peace.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.16.2012 @ 8:59 pm
the deep bellow resonated through the woods striking a chord of dissonance in every being within in miles, every being including the trees. you could feel it in the ground as anything that had legs or wings or fins fleed in an instant and it felt like the earth would split. i was shaking and sweating, my mind raced in delirium, with adrenaline. i had never known this kind of fear, never would’ve imagined it humanly possible. i was nearly mad with it. my legs threatened to buckle, my lungs to give out, my vision to blacken and heart stop on the spot. but something kept my consciousness from giving in, some buried and hidden will that refused to give up. though, i knew i was surely at my demise. and i didn’t care. it would’ve been comforting, peaceful, blissful to simply lay down and succumb to the wild panic, to let it consume me with abandon.
but how fun would that’ve been?!
what would i have missed? what heroic and noble acts, or brave and bold desires would’ve been destroyed as that thing came speeding after me faster than the mind could process?
no, i would fight and show it what incredible forces were stirring within me until it knew, until it knew exactly what it had awakened in me. i would hold out until it understood the forces to which it so recklessly submitted its victims. until it saw what truly death was. if it had to bare it from my unshakable eyes as i followed the inevitable into eternity. i would take it with me.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.16.2012 @ 2:18 pm
give and take. expand, retract. augment, diminish. the musical form of our relationships.
this is one big folk party isn’t it?
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.15.2012 @ 7:27 pm
you find the nearest bus stop – you didn’t even know where any were in town despite living here for 10 years. you fail to notice the wet paint sign as the leaves scatter around your anxious feet. someone joins you in the restless wait for a diverting escape from the tiny place you’ve come to so convincingly hate. neither of you are aware that the only bus company until you reach two cities out ended business years ago. as to silly kids at the peak of their egos walk by snickering the both of you realize your storybook mistake. you decide to simply walk through the park as your backs dry, the weather is still decent. maybe you’ll grab an overly expensive fancy coffee at the library. the two of you will retire early in the morning having swapped countless passing stories that, by tomorrow, will have begun a new and refreshing adventure on which you will now embark. where it will take you none can tell.
don’t you love it when chance fate karma the stars find you. aren’t you fascinated at their irrefutable timing. the perfect surprise.
» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.14.2012 @ 10:26 pm
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» Posted By unbornsymphony On 01.13.2012 @ 7:42 pm