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The night comes on cold and clear -
alive with anticipation.
Ambling forward mundanely to reach
an adventure that lies across the pond.
Packed full -
a tin of sardines
passing time as we hang suspended in the sky.
Morpheus and Chronus work in unison
to weave a web so complex that mind
and body are contorted like marionettes
with their strings in knots.
The silver machine touches down
with slight turbulence and we stumble through
unknown streets -
bewildered and trapped in a dream-like state.
The surreal becomes more tangible as
night melts into day melts into night.
We finally find the beginning and unravel
the dream to wake into the history of a city
where its stories and culture is emmanated
from within its stones.
alive with anticipation.
Ambling forward mundanely to reach
an adventure that lies across the pond.
Packed full -
a tin of sardines
passing time as we hang suspended in the sky.
Morpheus and Chronus work in unison
to weave a web so complex that mind
and body are contorted like marionettes
with their strings in knots.
The silver machine touches down
with slight turbulence and we stumble through
unknown streets -
bewildered and trapped in a dream-like state.
The surreal becomes more tangible as
night melts into day melts into night.
We finally find the beginning and unravel
the dream to wake into the history of a city
where its stories and culture is emmanated
from within its stones.
Literature
Metro poems
I. "Art Museum"
modern persian miniature on white leaflets;
a maze for lab ants.
II. "Kaiser in Paris"
a deadbeat in front de Franche-Comté;
patents for toilet paper.
III. "in Dingle"
the earliest casualties drowned at night,
driftwood in wilted, Irish fields.
IV. "The Mistake"
August 27 2012, an elephant awoke;
in Tampa, Florida.
~MK
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
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28/12/11.
The joy of travelling and jetlag when you don't have time to catch up and only time to explore every ounce of a new city or country.
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i have trouble accepting that it is not a spaceship trip you refer to. but probably because i recently finished a sci-fi book.
or maybe it really was another world.
lol i need to sleep.
or maybe it really was another world.
lol i need to sleep.