Dolce Non Agitato Project
Sunday, November 4, 2012
10 Respect Those Elders
There is no axiom for valid
Or is? Let's talk purpose
I watched him
For so many years
I am still watching
Click n' Click
Game n' Game
Tick n' Tick your life away
I say
Wake up you bastard
Before life falls short of the ninth board
What about the rest of it?
I wanted to say
It was none of my business
Life is for one
So don't you dare
She told me
It's by our design
And who are you to say?
That this is the best design?
Another asked me
Well I guess that's that
Points taken
I'll not scream too loud to get this across
Some will build the bricks
Others will lay the roads
No lots were cast for him
This was all opted for
He and I will never truly talk though
So as I pack my bags
I'll be sure to pay respect at the current exchange rate,
On my way out
09 This is Exactly How it Happened
08 Roses of Rome
Friday, September 7, 2012
07 If I Were E.E. Cummings
"That mouse was a panzer tank and I was like, 'Woah,' and stepped back."let's go said me-Edward Hoeppner
but why said he
because I want to said me
no matter said he
this isn't a joke said me
I'm not laughing said he
but you're me said me
who's we said he
we?said he
indeed said me
make we said he
you must said me
I dare you said me-he
how?far said me
(too far said we)
I'll do it said me
(I'll bleed said we)
we'll see said me
nevermind said he
leave now said me
(or what said we)
I'll:I'll said me
like I thought said he
!fuck!you said me
--you first said we
deep down said me
(down below(said he
nothing )makes confusion( said We.
06 In Winter
These trees have become so much more during this winter month.
With so little left of them
I begin to understand
or comprehend
or gain glimpse.
Three seasons rotted off;
This is the nature of these trees and so many others.
I press flesh upon flesh to try to become a part of this.
But in this body I see it too.
There is a core in here
or a tree in this vessel
or a life force flowing.
Isn't it curious when it can be seen? In winter?
How much must be removed
for this to be shown
or be brought forth
or be imagined.
These branches are concrete. They are castles.
Hidden in a burst of birth and haze.
But today we can see them
or I can
or no one at all.
Are we any more real as ghosts?
Flesh-less? Like the winter?
A jigsaw rendering entertainment, remove my pieces and I am
what?
Am I less; My shadows and dreams rotted?
What would a winter make of me?
or my winter ponder
or nothing at all.
While these trees,
Simply being,
Are so much more in winter.
05 Modern Thought
devoid of any caress,
is a cannibalistic weapon
rather than an existential understanding.
Where is the man
in this orgy of mutilation?
04 Shrouded
Failed to find the roughened diamond within a granular universe
So now I seek a You for reconciliation
The particulars of which are little concern
I attempt harmony with Gandhi
But am rather barraged with
Lowercase T's
Overlapped triangles
Sickle moons and pentagrams
I have met Joseph GoebbelsAll I have left are pages and pages
He is a man of Exacting Genius
Which I must continue on with
So I may remind myself
Why I continue to breathe this air