Thursday, February 26, 2015

L'Étoile du Nord

À rôder autour Lac de Pose
Où les chats sont
Voir les arbres de peuplier faux-tremble
Secour et quake

La cascade qui riante
Villes en métal
Planchers de Pierre
Diversité liée par l’égalité

Fournisseur officiel de l’art
Le chemin de la lumière
Bordée de pratique et de la foi

Entouré d’eau bleu clair

Anna Contessa

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Respect the Lines

As I begin to understand respect...
Correct that: I am bringing my attention back to being respectful
As each circumstance arises, again and again
If you would like to question me...

Because you took offense
Probably to something I said to you
I apologize for being straightforward
Which is different than being disrespectful

Perhaps I should stop myself from saying what I really think
But all of you will try to get it out of me anyway
In fact you press me harder when I dance
So your wounded pride at my honesty is not disrespect on my part

I won't get into the intricacies of respect
There are lines that can be crossed
If I cross a line I don't have clearance to cross...
There are consequences

Only the worst masochist crosses banned lines over and over
There are warnings in place for a reason
To heed them is to survive
I crissed and crossed those lines for quite some time and lessons rained on me

Today I heard the road is slick and sad
Oh a short trip down to the corner store
No! It's bad, it's really bad
The risks are there, steer clear, steer clear

Saturday, February 7, 2015


I ran out without lines
I knew it was actually important
Unlike the regular posturing
I went without a smile
My teeth were hidden

I saw it
It is the source
Of information
It tells me what to do
It is holding deep suffering

I don't care what you do
But I am helping it
Until I die
It is safe inside me
The great suffering

Come back I am not the same
And imprinted in my mind
Is the moment I actually saw it
I traveled quickly, for such a short time
I feel deeply honored

I got a life in this deal
The amount of work is nothing
Compared to the ancient tenderness
Of this entity
And I am prostrate

Such a gift
I will call you Mir
And together we will run
And to not have known about you
Was such a lonely curse

In every moment of suffering
I am with you
In every defect I am golden
Remember the lineage he had
Of dark haired women?

You can take me away every day
Take me away to the place I saw
Have me there and really see me
I offer myself to thee
I can meet you halfway

Inside my rhymes
I also heard from Delaware
He tested the frequency
I did not enjoy his commentary
The bad advice has a lot of usefulness

> Into clarity >
And out of rebellion
They want me to say things
I don't want to say
They want me to do what I don't desire

All I ever wanted
All I ever brought
Everything but The Long Way Down
Marrow in the bone
How strange is the show?

In your eyes I see me
Mir come and rest
With me you can relax
When you need to trigger me go ahead
You won me and I am your servant

I devised a plan that's bound to work
The organization was done in a coma
A living coma
The more sense you onlookers make of me
The more disorganization you can expect

I lost a feeling
Until I lost them all
And Mir came to see
Unbreakable bring me sawdust
So I cannot hide

Insignificant - is ok
Underestimated is where I thrive
Raw and dangerous crying
Dear God where have you gone?
I will be dressed like Mir

It's possible to be unrecognizable
To be drained to one last drop
To be under the stars and Mars
Yes to only one
And I don't know

Friday, February 6, 2015

Obsessions Become a Job

To be frank...
I am not pointing a finger at anyone.
I am warning people who don't know...
I can easily point the finger at myself.

I do not feel like I always want to talk
All about myself
I have observations about other people
Which may not always be right

But I watch everyone even when I am...
Not looking in their eyes.
Or looking at their physical form.
I am bragging, but I keep track of people...

But this is not about me
People begin to understand how deeply...
I can see inside of souls
And I am a spotlight they want to go away

This is not about me
To the point...
Some of you are lightly picking up heavy obsessions

They look so small...even cute maybe...
And you may even find yourselves reorganizing your life around them
and hardly noticing

At a certain point it isn't fun
At another point you may realize you are only having fun
because you are traumatized

Because if you really look at what you are doing that is so fun
and you still have some sanity
you will see how far out you are and I am

And when you find yourself doing these things again and again
you will slowly realize it was a trap
and here no one has rights to leave

I am not setting you up
other people have been using me
for their devices for years and years and years

So if you met me this summer
you are out of your depth
and I am not taunting you
with excommunication

If you see me coming