inferno

listening for the song of this voice
longing, starving.
my heart creeps to the beat of thoughts
bouncing in my mind.
the anxiety shakes me,
it won't release me.
bruising my ego,
penetrating me.

traveling my spine,
cervical, thoracic, lumbar,
inferno, purgatorio, paradiso.

between the skin,
i can feel the hell swallow me within.
my hands no longer those of an angel,
but of the fallen.

my esophagus curling,
picturing but one molecule of oxygen,
and i gasp for air.

fire gripping me,
between the skin,
i can feel the hell swallow me within.

foolish we are,
to think we can survive
this apocalypse of our souls,
and we all divide.
no opinions better than another,
and we shake our angry fists.
undoubtedly, you are wrong,
and i am always right.

evil jading me,
between the skin,
creeping with sin,
the unholy father pulling me in.


--lynn tague

over thinking, over analyzing.

"Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going, going..."

what kinda ho wants to fuck their brother?

I DIDN'T ASK YOU BITCH!

i want.

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i should just start carrying my camera for random projectile shots. this catch is amazing.

ouch!

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apparently, birth control is for men, too.

HAI GUYZ, I KNOCKED UPS MY COUSIN!

i give him props for being creative, but your cousin?

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...and you have toe jam.

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