My life is chaos.
And I no longer know how to organize my time.
My soul needs purging.
Here come the words...
Armadillo
An exponent, rapid and soild,
controlling and restraining its supply
while reducing the intense vibration.
Producing powerful feelings,
the lively apparition, with thick fleshy stems, becomes engulfed.
A succulent plant appearing to the living,
even more intensely deep or bright.
Faint secondary images pass down the throat
opposing the moisture in the air.
Especially through fear or nervousness,
bearing spines but no leaves,
we are believing unquestionably,
resisting expression of a faint trace.
Canary
As I take a deep breath
I feel them flutter,
rustling their feathers.
My lungs are a birdhouse,
hollow and chirping.
Their chatter fills my exhale
like the pulsing wheeze
of a joustled concertina.
Their tiny talons grasp onto
my bronchioles as they
groom their glowing feathers.
And though theres little
room to spare inside,
my laughs sound like songs,
and theres clouds in our eyes.
The Buddhist Barbie Reprise
She was plastic to the core,
teetering on her nubby chewed-on toes,
blindly staring forward, mildly aware of her own packaging,
which reads,
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
While shaking her head disapprovingly,
she suddenly forgets what she had just read.
Oh well, she thinks
and just keeps smiling blankly.
And I no longer know how to organize my time.
My soul needs purging.
Here come the words...
Armadillo
An exponent, rapid and soild,
controlling and restraining its supply
while reducing the intense vibration.
Producing powerful feelings,
the lively apparition, with thick fleshy stems, becomes engulfed.
A succulent plant appearing to the living,
even more intensely deep or bright.
Faint secondary images pass down the throat
opposing the moisture in the air.
Especially through fear or nervousness,
bearing spines but no leaves,
we are believing unquestionably,
resisting expression of a faint trace.
Canary
As I take a deep breath
I feel them flutter,
rustling their feathers.
My lungs are a birdhouse,
hollow and chirping.
Their chatter fills my exhale
like the pulsing wheeze
of a joustled concertina.
Their tiny talons grasp onto
my bronchioles as they
groom their glowing feathers.
And though theres little
room to spare inside,
my laughs sound like songs,
and theres clouds in our eyes.
The Buddhist Barbie Reprise
She was plastic to the core,
teetering on her nubby chewed-on toes,
blindly staring forward, mildly aware of her own packaging,
which reads,
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
While shaking her head disapprovingly,
she suddenly forgets what she had just read.
Oh well, she thinks
and just keeps smiling blankly.
padre:
What's up my friend?