Transmissions from Earth
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Steve
you died strong
a crown on your head
crucified
on that fence away from town
the spear in your side
a reminder of why you were fighting
and who you were dying for
and the sun
the glorious, glorious
Soweto sun
pearls of sweat on your forehead
and drops of blood on your chest
and the earth
red and dry and parched
cracked and broken
aching for water
beaten down by the sun
the glorious, glorious sun
now burned forever into your heart
even as it ebbs away
slowly
in a whisper
to silence
¶ 9:32 AM 0 Comments
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
My life is usually defined by erraticism, skip-skip-skipping from one thing to the next. The fact that this thing still let me sign on was incredible to me. It's not dead, just asleep, put away for times that I need it, like a high school yearbook or a christmas movie. It is noble to say that I want to update this more frequently (and I do), but it is realistic to realize that probably won't happen. I haven't written for myself in probably over a year now, at least nothing I've been happy with. Maybe this will help me get back into that...but then again, reading over old posts and stories and thoughts and ideas, I'm not too happy with any of them either.
Dear Nick:
if you are about to ever make a post that is 100% serious, read it over again. Then delete it. You'll thank yourself for it later.
Truly,
Nick
¶ 11:37 PM 0 Comments
crackling transmission
hisses and pops and lullabies
whispering secrets from beyond the veil
a firefly's song from infinity
patiently we wait
deciphering the coda
the beat
the tapestry of life
and when we hear it
we strip down bare
plain, cold, shivering
human
always, always, always
always and forever
human
no more
and no less
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