I look upon your hands
and I utter a profound truth
"these hands don't lie",
it's not only you who can't
explain the truth.
|I bide my time and wait for another sun to rise, a sun behind and beyond me, a sun that sets in the east, but at least in a funny location, I wait for my Californication.|
Immor(t)alityI'll make sureImmor(t)ality by Aborro
that I'm the last man standing,
the final human on planet earth,
the final living thing
in the universe.
Just to make sure
ImitationA valuable assetImitation by Aborro
A precious addition
A resourceful addiction
You're just in time
You were next in line
You're just what we need
You're so extra ordinary
that we feel extraordinary
You make us feel as though
our sorrow is inadequate
You smile for no reason
never reasonably pleased
99 Black BaloonsI'm the kind of man (boy?)99 Black Baloons by Aborro
Who'd inflate a bunch of balloons
Just to pop them all
In rapid succession.
Oh who am I kidding?
I'd never bother inflating that many....
Who'd do it for me?
(build for me to ruin.)
|These are new... they come and go, stay awhile, move on and never leave our minds.|
|I appreciate good poetry and I appreciate a sexy body, I appreciate clear, abstract, playful, elegant, amazing and awesome digital art and fine pencil lines, because really, isn't that why we're here?|
The woodThe wood
“there is something in this wood”, he told me.
“something full of baby magic.”
Back then, I didn’t believe him really
for who’d have thought this wood would have it?
That this wood would have evergreen
everlasting baby magic?
Back then, I was a small child you see,
The exact age, I can’t remember,
and in those fields of ripe, lush evergreen
I’d spend my long Septembers,
Wondering if anyone could see
the summer’s dying embers.
It was back when Innocence was free
that I met fairies, and fawns,
when none could sever me from dreams,
that I believed in nymphs of dawn
that came in the morning to streak the sky
With the gold rays they would draw.
the stag would come and play with me, and let
me ride his back, Oh, how I’d smile
back then, back then, how could I forget?
the way he’d lead me for a while
through the enchanted forest
of which I am now exiled.
Oh elves, I really wish you’d come to me
again, like when I
Attention Whoring, Emo, Poet, Intellectual, Radical Atheist, Liberal Socialist, Longing, Wishing and Missing and maybe a little Shy, but once you get to know me... I like to imagine I can be quite fun.|
Ask me anything, and I'll tell you why, what, when or where; the answers are there for you to claim, so be careful what you ask, if you don't wanna know, don't question, for I'm honest to a fault.