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.|
Mutually Beneficial TransationI wish I could claim benefits,Mutually Beneficial Transation by Aborro
but I seem liable
to become a liability
to everything and everyone,
that's society, right?
I just wanna get payed:
they say I need to occupy my time
be occupied with something
(someone else's comfort, I bet)
but I've no time left as it is
and with my funds running low
the only commodity I have left is:
and I fear we've become
nothing less than
I wonder who's cashing in the checks
but that's society
Daily Lives(f)lawlessDaily Lives by Aborro
want(ed for) murder
so we go (ab)out (our days)
Walks on the beachSleep eludes me nowhere as readilyWalks on the beach by Aborro
as tiredness does.
And so I'm left to wander
these shores of unrest.
BaggageI did it again,Baggage by Aborro
but this time I went back on myself
I gathered it all up
it made a surprisingly small
pile of memories
I poured the gasoline
I lit the match
and let it burn all the way down
staining the blood on my fingers
with ash and fire
So I went and dug up
every skeleton I've buried
and choose to preserve them
they are more than mine
they aren't mine 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.