greetings. i am a few things. i publish poetry but i am not just a poetry press as my name would allude to i do want to end you but not in the way you think. it will be an honor killing your perceptions of poetry, only to reanimate them passion murder the dulled out judgements leveled against the art machine and fantasy fuck the pain of your memories away softly whispering in the ear that it’s ok to see that certain types of writing are not as concrete or typical as you might have thought them before. this applies to most things in life and i like things that seem dark but only if they are naturally written that way because they have to be. because they came dribbling out of the ether that way because that is where you are in life right now.
This is my 10th and Last General Comment…[Blog Inside]
Sometimes we think about our lives and we wonder if what we are doing …is it good ?….
or good enough ?… is that it makes sense?… is this question is essential… the answer is No !!!
I often thought about my life, mostly in the morning on the way to work in the subway, I wanted to fly and run away from this lifestyle…Walk the world, trying to find out some Hypothetic Answers to some Evergreen Questions...Finally, we realize that only a few people could escape from their own destiny.. Life is full of micro-events and few things are truly worthy.
Ultimately, only one rule count: in life...Worse than Sadness is Regret…
Have You never learned to not look back, by playing this little game …
Hey my friend... Here are some ancient words of advice...They go something like this: Tune In Turn On, Drop Out. These may not be in the correct order, but I wasn't born when those great words of wisdom were handed down. I'm just not a flower child! Oh! The shame!
Maybe you shouldn't COMPLETELY "drop out." You'd be missing out on some important voting. Next on the ballot? The right to Public Mastrubation! I know, I know. I was shocked to find out it wasn't already legal!!! How emabrassed am I!
"Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. " (Fight Club)
Hate is a literally infection, a virus spreading in all directions - a
cultured mask, an uninvited gene to our very own DNA... Lets get back
to nature, out of the city for a while.. Lets hold hands, our
differences are only a mean to amplify Love and Freedom. Love your
enemy. But in our times, you cant tell who the real enemy is..
Subculture was born because of that. Every individual feels the need to
belong somewhere, no matter where he/she was born.
Escape. Feel the fresh air.. i know that there are snakes in the forest
and scary bugs/ but the snakes that live in cities are much more
poisonous and disguised into a perfect depressive environment. Escape..
Leave.. Take a ride ... Close your TV set, get away from all of this
jus for a while. When you ll come back.. you no longer be the same man
or woman. -SubC
My name is Yannis and my girlfriend is in a critical condition to some hospital in Brazil, far and away from where I am.
I beg you.. just a moment of your time to pray for her. I m all alone
here and i need to see her.. I can only pray for
her to get better. I believe that with your help we can make a miracle..
Anti Monde - Anti Matiere - Les 100 Ciels….Préalable Déterminant.
Reverse World, Denied Access Memory, None Thoughts, Revolver extended spin off view …Shallow thin eye analysis in fuzzy mellow ambient room… illogical relationship …No sound conversation …Never under control, far away from our overwhelming conscientious common life … Close your eyes and watch the None Reality of your own Nothing Being… Never try to find answers in your dreams cause those are the zero degree of Truth…or the opposite…When Nothing means Something… Monochrome Dreams just gives you more Unreal & Unknown Lifetime…Well above the Silence…Nobody listening !!!
"I love the open road. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does." "bend" dlb photography®
He: A coffee for me… I was looking for you. She: And ?… He: I found you ! She: Nobody knows where I live. He: No one knows…
[Belongings, Memories, Friends, Love… Those are all Traps…. Changing life, Identity… We never forget where we come from … and who we really are. What you do really possess and why people want to possess you ? Certainly cause what they might see in you, make themselves more closer to their own idea of immaculate conception of [?]…“The Art of Imperfection“… Neurological Obsession create Emptiness and feed it…Why this Desire become a Need ?…But what you own… is yours or … you belongs to it ? You know what it means…just look around you and open up your mind]
He: Why going away ? Have you tried to escape from me ?
She: Do you hear the Music he’s playing ? He: I saw you, that should be enough for me… at least for a while… I will try. /Av.
This is the end of the first world war See the red poppies sprouting from the corpse under the floor? Pick a posy before they pucker and pale Before their pretty petals turn withered and frail Transmutation Operation, 2009
[I was searching for that something …Trying to find it on the run… And just when I stopped looking ,I saw just how far I'd come…In this life ….]
She: Who are you ? …
He: The door was open ...
[Well...you make me feel Alive and inspire me...you also give me a feeling of insecurity...which you don't have without Love...Afraid of losing you or Myself…All these Words in my mouth, my head and my Soul…I want to say your Name at the Edge of Eternity... and listen the Echo coming back deep in my dream and walk on the Wood of my Mind in Silence...the Bet of Life, but do you really know how to play ???]
She: What are you lookin…..huh…
She: Should i say something ? He: No need ...Anyway, tomorrow everybody will have forgotten... /Av.
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