Wednesday, September 7, 2011
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
portentous sign
there's a train passing along
wheezing away its ancient humming
there are thieves on that there train
and I know damn well they're coming
I hear the hooting and the hollering
I can't seem to make a move
they're making haste to rob me blind
I hear the wheels screech along the groove
Help me, someone salvage me
my feet are anchored to the turgid terrain
its swelling intermittently
and far off voices whisper "what a shame"
wheezing away its ancient humming
there are thieves on that there train
and I know damn well they're coming
I hear the hooting and the hollering
I can't seem to make a move
they're making haste to rob me blind
I hear the wheels screech along the groove
Help me, someone salvage me
my feet are anchored to the turgid terrain
its swelling intermittently
and far off voices whisper "what a shame"
last night's vision
An old decrepit and feeble lady beckoning me to follow her down this forest path framed by elm trees with the diffused light of a lantern in her hands. Her eyes, beady yet piercing. She is draped in black, as if the color could swallow her whole at any minute. Her skin, coagulates like rice pudding, and is just as fair in color. Her eyes are coffee beans and her nails are sea shells. I just saw her face dissolve-it's melting. She gesticulates to her right with her precious antiquated lantern and I see phases of my life framed by elm tree prosceniums. I witness the transience of my life in a fleeting moment of hysteria. 1930's circus music commences and annihilates all hope...penetrating the air...cutting it with an axe.
maybe, just maybe, this is my depiction of hell.
maybe, just maybe, this is my depiction of hell.
hollow
Hollow bones
Hollow heart
You see the world in black and white
Your lenses are obscured you know
You will never see the light
You have no moral backbone
Your moral compass is misdirected
and when I tell you I am through with you
I am not surprised, you're not affected
You don't know what life is
You've been blinded from the start
You tread this earth with broken fists
Now let me watch your world collapse with its unstable piers and battered arches
Everything is disintegrating, subsumed by all the flames
Yet there's no fire in your heart
you're playing the devil's game
Look at you, you hollow man
you've lost your sight, you have no plan
You circumambulate your fractured world
Now, here we go...let it ALL unfurl
Your haunting laughter drapes the fragmented streets
it reverberates through us all
I can't wait to see you fucking break
Hollow man, let me see you fall
-angela brussel, February 2011
Hollow heart
You see the world in black and white
Your lenses are obscured you know
You will never see the light
You have no moral backbone
Your moral compass is misdirected
and when I tell you I am through with you
I am not surprised, you're not affected
You don't know what life is
You've been blinded from the start
You tread this earth with broken fists
Now let me watch your world collapse with its unstable piers and battered arches
Everything is disintegrating, subsumed by all the flames
Yet there's no fire in your heart
you're playing the devil's game
Look at you, you hollow man
you've lost your sight, you have no plan
You circumambulate your fractured world
Now, here we go...let it ALL unfurl
Your haunting laughter drapes the fragmented streets
it reverberates through us all
I can't wait to see you fucking break
Hollow man, let me see you fall
-angela brussel, February 2011
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