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Everyone just calls me Jack, so you should call me that. Currently a math undergraduate with a passionate interest in anything and everything.
In memoriam communism, 1989I.In memoriam communism, 1989 by reflectionsinwater
Leaves are burning snowflakes crimping
dumplings gnawed from the tree bark le
seven eras at your endthe words of revelation fall from your lap to mine,seven eras at your end by reflectionsinwater
god. it’s perhaps that i’m the wrong john or jacob,
but superfluous was not in the universe’s law.
job asked why the righteous suffer,
and i was sated by your wisdom before it led to me.
you held the blood and you sew them to stars
raining memories of jerusalem, of
an innocent mind turned against you.
i threw your book out and it soaked out
the iron garden, as did i.
we lived in a city enclosed in adobe.
by itself, i hear the procession of children crusades
pillaging broken windows
playing the seven trumpets of solitude
plied within. god, they say
you are right. i know, before adam and eve, that
you do not imply fair.
jerusalem was a city,
and it became a citadel where the walls
grow and i am ripped at your endpoints
by moving stones of forgotten
childhoods, forgotten graves.
i shed feathers of ink on easter monday,
finding where i am on your number lines only to find
you penned the word of the world
in six and
hourstwelve.hours by reflectionsinwater
took the midday train going nowhere
and i look at the solstice
of the sun and think of a similar word
before my vision of the world turns to a solar abyss.
sons, that is a luxury for the young,
when nowhere meant anywhere.
i embrace your memory when all the voyages goes on.
by one, i am stream of consciousness
in your empty bed listening
to mumford and sons.
well, that is something i’d wish for.
something you thought you
won when your mom was weaved in cosmic rain at
the grass, at time pressed against your earthen breath.
little lion man,
you are a pair guarding the broken gates
to my bank accounts.
but the sight of two comes at the new moon,
when the eclipse of twilight spew
out tragedy, when you lose control,
when there is suppose to be me and you
bleeding out policies of time.
as long as you like it, so will i,
but your light has already burst
and i’m not insured.
leo could have been a name
for the things we’ve nev
deconstruction on principlesfive things are all i can mutter whendeconstruction on principles by reflectionsinwater
ten are required.
finding me is a riddle meant to be loved
although no one deduces my eyes. look
closely, closer and his hair cuts open; it
exfoliates like an onion.
everyday has been taken care
and already, my time has come. no one thinks i listen like a boa
remembering each implicit fear.
nearing my mouth, the desert lips
own my face and my ear like foreclosed estate. my skin
shouts the pulling words and the oarsmen at my brow
ebb like crying tides, but the ocean
home. dive in
or be pushed.
underneath, i am the arms of
light bubbling to your ear. listen, you ask?
darkest days imply only light and
events do not occur as coincidences like elbows that rub.
respire and believe.
hints grow on my shoulders
in the blizzard of spring while
pi is a constant in which
all squares go around and round.
lest you rationalize,
embrace your thickest thighs.
good is relative to words people
say, though it cramps and cramps.
freedom is an
dfc14.05 fibonacci...dfc14.05 fibonacci by deinktvis
(nothing and all things);
where we come from and return to.
the bellows; infinite and infinitely empty.
The Birds of Chernobyla man in a black coat plays old swingThe Birds of Chernobyl by talvipaivanseisaus
I take dancing steps as I circle around the beggars
on my way to the heart of the city
where glass covers the rust
The birds of Chernobyl circle above us
casting shadows on all the machines we've built
cigarette smoke tastes like ash and oranges
and the film around me shines like a rainbow
I am thirty three
and in this mad place
I have finally broken through
been broken through
we hold hands and watch the birds
see them, one by one, fall from the sky
you have brought me so much love
and all the tears
running drybroken faucet temporal loberunning dry by chromeantennae
with desert lungs
and a tongue that
deserted a dry hydrant long ago,
i look for you in the broken spine
of my forgotten secret holder
and hope one of the loose loops
wrap around the tip of my cold finger
and hold both of us together.
No Matter LoveI.No Matter Love by Jade-Pandora
I'm the comet that appeared for the first time
that will never return
through the judgment of your life,
only to have you receive what I bring
as the love you long to take and return
before the ice dust from my departure
fades for all time.
Through the slender-necked sitar's silvery notes
pass the fragrance of our moonstruck limbs
surrendering to breezes
that play off a river that honors
the generations of lovers we now embody.
You were the fallen angel that waited so long,
knowing I'd be found,
to resuscitate and raise you up;
Not from whence you toppled,
but to couple in a holy damnation
and welcome in celebration
and never regret, no matter.