Off key
But she likes me
Arms entwined
But time unwinds
Somehow foreign
But here born in
I'm deep bottled
Her, near tee-totaled
Oatmeal raison
Red velvet cake 'n
Wearin' same shirts 'n
Words left unsaid
But heard in bed
Somehow so different
But of same filiment
Cuddling atop covers
Alarm breaks slumber
But she still likes me
Off key
2017년 6월 30일 금요일
Too Real
Too real
To the real
Not political
Fuck that
Can't be
But sees
Their needs
Fucks that
Walks a line
What's fine
Or a crime
Fuck it
Most deep
Likes to creep
But weeps
Fucks given
Locked eyes
So high
In her thighs
We fucks
Not binary
More spectrum-ary
Future come early
Fucking to the real
To the real
Not political
Fuck that
Can't be
But sees
Their needs
Fucks that
Walks a line
What's fine
Or a crime
Fuck it
Most deep
Likes to creep
But weeps
Fucks given
Locked eyes
So high
In her thighs
We fucks
Not binary
More spectrum-ary
Future come early
Fucking to the real
2014년 11월 16일 일요일
That Laugh
That laugh, oh man~~ that laugh.
Crisp autumn afternoons, relaxed hand-clasped walks through Jeong-dong and that laugh!
Caught in a Dali-esque golden frame of wind blown leaves on Nam-san and man~~ that smile!
Quixotic scene of old and new Jung-gu apartments with us just loungin' above, staring boy~~ at those eyes!
Carried to the altar in our loves warm embrace, we stand and hold hands, I love you and oh~~ that laugh!
Crisp autumn afternoons, relaxed hand-clasped walks through Jeong-dong and that laugh!
Caught in a Dali-esque golden frame of wind blown leaves on Nam-san and man~~ that smile!
Quixotic scene of old and new Jung-gu apartments with us just loungin' above, staring boy~~ at those eyes!
Carried to the altar in our loves warm embrace, we stand and hold hands, I love you and oh~~ that laugh!
2011년 6월 9일 목요일
In the cloud
My youth, and when I say youth I am referring to that unique time in between ones second and third years in High-school when you are no longer a kid but not yet a pre-formed adult, felt like an overcast early summer afternoon. Velvety to the touch, insulated like no worries but when you are going to meet up with your friends, and hazy like the dopest times when you got high with your best friend.
I never thought that I would be able to bring back that feeling, but here I am sitting under a poplar in any city in Asia, prepping for the second to last series of finals for my extended undergraduate career.
The previous night I received an email that I had resigned myself to not expecting the day prior, and was happy. One of the biggest corporations in the world asked me to come for an interview, and I accepted of course; I'm no fool.
It could mark the beginning of my life as a real adult; give me the means to start a family, like bringing new life into this world status familia, as well as being more materially comfortable, like not asking myself whether or not I should go out and buy a two liter bottle of water or suck out the water from my tap, as if I were some kid hailing from northwestern india or some shit.
But, the thing is, as I see it from this youthful flashback I'm currently in, being that northwestern Indian kid worrying about when he's going to next meet his best friend to get high before the open house at that tits ass chick's house from Ms. Druckenmiller's English class, is dope and sustainable.
That real world I'm about to, and probably will enter into in the relatively very near future, is the real dream; temporary, wasteful and full of illusory benefits.
So I'm just going to fall back into this cloud of real life before I'm back in the clutches of another fake life; and all of you out there still lucky enough to be in your true life, hold onto it until your last gasp escapes your lips and they have to wrench your cold dead grasp away from the realness. Peace out my brothers and sisters!
I never thought that I would be able to bring back that feeling, but here I am sitting under a poplar in any city in Asia, prepping for the second to last series of finals for my extended undergraduate career.
The previous night I received an email that I had resigned myself to not expecting the day prior, and was happy. One of the biggest corporations in the world asked me to come for an interview, and I accepted of course; I'm no fool.
It could mark the beginning of my life as a real adult; give me the means to start a family, like bringing new life into this world status familia, as well as being more materially comfortable, like not asking myself whether or not I should go out and buy a two liter bottle of water or suck out the water from my tap, as if I were some kid hailing from northwestern india or some shit.
But, the thing is, as I see it from this youthful flashback I'm currently in, being that northwestern Indian kid worrying about when he's going to next meet his best friend to get high before the open house at that tits ass chick's house from Ms. Druckenmiller's English class, is dope and sustainable.
That real world I'm about to, and probably will enter into in the relatively very near future, is the real dream; temporary, wasteful and full of illusory benefits.
So I'm just going to fall back into this cloud of real life before I'm back in the clutches of another fake life; and all of you out there still lucky enough to be in your true life, hold onto it until your last gasp escapes your lips and they have to wrench your cold dead grasp away from the realness. Peace out my brothers and sisters!
2011년 5월 29일 일요일
2010년 11월 14일 일요일
2010년 6월 12일 토요일
Novemeber Dusk
A man walks solitarily along 5th Ave. passing the Museum of Natural History; his bearing aimed at the rusted memory of this town. The brisk fall wind ruffles his red and black lumber-jack flannel collar protruding slightly outside a grease stained olive colored canvas jacket. Hands stuffed deep in faded, well worn light blue jeans he looks up to his left at the washed out 7 story brick apartment-esque building and continues on...
While you and I float atop my warm tannish down comforter. Light fluffy rustic melodics meander out from the speakers cones enveloping our souls. Outside the eye of my new college room, reds golds and more browns are fluttering waves obfuscating the museum behind. Blink. My hand carreses your blushed tender cheek. Blink. I feel your fingers run through my velvety locks. We stare into one anothers eyes; this is the closest we will ever be, and I know it...Blink.
Descending down a narrow tree lined dirt path behind the university, dead leaves crunching underfoot he heads toward the clouds evanescently frothing out of a factory. Nearby a bridge, it's 1970's sickly yellow paint scarred with dark cold iron veins forged by death; he stands beneath. Staring out at the horizon, warm majestic red and golden hues fill his periphery. A tear suddenly forms, wavering, then while convalescing in the corner of his eye, the sound of steel grinding enamel overtakes his soul.
While you and I float atop my warm tannish down comforter. Light fluffy rustic melodics meander out from the speakers cones enveloping our souls. Outside the eye of my new college room, reds golds and more browns are fluttering waves obfuscating the museum behind. Blink. My hand carreses your blushed tender cheek. Blink. I feel your fingers run through my velvety locks. We stare into one anothers eyes; this is the closest we will ever be, and I know it...Blink.
Descending down a narrow tree lined dirt path behind the university, dead leaves crunching underfoot he heads toward the clouds evanescently frothing out of a factory. Nearby a bridge, it's 1970's sickly yellow paint scarred with dark cold iron veins forged by death; he stands beneath. Staring out at the horizon, warm majestic red and golden hues fill his periphery. A tear suddenly forms, wavering, then while convalescing in the corner of his eye, the sound of steel grinding enamel overtakes his soul.
2010년 5월 13일 목요일
There was love
There was love this day. This day last year there was love.
The light evening May breeze wisps by us as we run across the crosswalk, headlights highlighting our bemused grins and mischievous eye lock. A green bottle of soju in my hand, that plus a coke in hers, laughs leaving our lips about that joke. Her friends trailing behind, next to, and in front of us; we are at the center.
We are at that point. You can feel it. It isn't about what we say now, only the looks on our faces, our equally inclined postures towards one another and those laughs with a hand coming up to shield what hasn't been shared yet. Just call it sex. We head to the green central quad in the center of campus, walking, just living up an incline.
On the hill sips grow longer in duration, the time faster. In our reverie a call is received and we're off to a tent meeting more friends; dope as always. Laughs we share, but the countdown has begun. The wind has swept the 'tree dust' up and our time away. In that sway-sway walk-walk against time, our interlocked fingers do the talking for our minds.
This day last year there was love. There is love this day.
2010년 3월 14일 일요일
High School Status B-Buster Shizzer
What the fuck man, it's 945 pm on a goddamn Sunday. My highs wearin off from the little bit of weed I smoked today and I'm still at Blockbuster. I'm fuckin sittin my ass down and readin a magazine. This standin bullshits too tirin. Goddamn Angelina Jolie is fuckin tits man. I think I'll read that mag. This is the most luxury I've been privy to all week. Sittin on a cold metal chair with a movie trailer playin overhead four weeks old that I memorized better than the Dicken's two weeks ago and got annoyed with three point five weeks ago, and readin whatever magazine this is with Angelina's fine ass.
Beep Beep
What the F. Who the hell rents videos this goddamn late? Oh how are you doing tonight Sir? Do you need any assistance? Oh I will gladly find that for you. Just hold on for a second and I'll go get it. To get you the fuck out of here. I'll meet you up at the register Sir. Goddamn this guy's a grease ball. He's got some sweatpants with cigarette burns and a dirty ass white undershirt on with yellow pit-stains growin by the minute. Do you have your Blockbuster card with you tonight Sir? No, of course you don't you greasy mother fucker, you probably ate it along with the wallet you never had. What's your last name Sir? Dick, hmm no fuckin comment on that shit. Beep. Beep. Ok Sir, your total is.... What?! you have a coupon? You fucking stingy prick, you can't even afford a measly video rental. Ok Sir, let me just scan that for you quickly. Beep. Beep. Goddamn why isn't this shit workin? Beep. BeepBeepBeepBeep. I'm sorry Sir, this coupon appears to be expired. Oh, you just received it last week? You goddamn liar. That is honestly the one thing I can't fuckin stand, a liar, but I'm too tired for this shit. I apologize for the confusion and I will give you a store credit for this. Beep. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience, here are your movies and have a GREAT NIGHT. Dick head.
Did you just give him a store credit Matthew? Haven't I told you a million times you can't just be giving store credits to whomever you feel like? Are you even listening to me? Hey, where do you think you're going mister? I'm not done speaking to you (yet)....
Yo I'm sorry I'm going on my fifteen. Haha too late bitch, I'm already out the door. Shit I'm stressed man. I gotta get something to chill me out. Hmm, ah! Holy shit, holy shit. I think my boy left his bowl and bud in my whip. Haha ya mother fucker. Lemme get this bowl packed. Goddamn this is some sticky shit. Aight, here we go... Flick, flick.
Welcome to Blockbuster, how can I help you?
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