Dance puppet pull the strings
Believe this
Buy this
Be thin
Wear this, no this
Whirlwind
Whirled about
Distraction distraction
Crumbling edifice behind studio walls
Author: Pelgris
Worship
I worship at the altar of your skin
Dance fingers down
And hold your heat in cupped hand
Locked eyes and I’m falling
Mouths embracing
The softness of me in the softness of you
Rhythms repeated in heartbeat
Waves crashing
Subsiding then building
Then an avalanche
Burned destruction in synapse
Pains pleasure roaring
Spent but awakened in need of you
I worship at the altar of your skin
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Vast echos long faded from hardwood
Lost amidst the suffering
Long held fervor gives way to fever
A hallway you can never leave
Anchored by the stain
Of memory
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Soft light filters through
Missing from my arms
Silence and the soft sounds of someone getting dressed
The door opens then gently closes
A night lost in remembrance
In pleasure, empty
Hollow like the echos of you leaving.
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Live not work
Find something to live for. If it’s art, do it every day. Doesn’t matter if you’re tired or uninspired.
If it’s something else, then do it with gusto.
I don’t know about the other stuff. Art, beauty, joy in found moments. Its different for each of us. Meditate. Find the path that works for you.
Work, is often just money. Remember you are selling your time, not your soul. Don’t shackle yourself by thinking that it is anything but. Maybe if you’re building your dreams and that’s a business, maybe that’s good enough. But so often it’s not.
Find someone to love, find the path. Before everything else, before the tawdry details drag you down.
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Mercy?
If you’ve ever felt you were at my mercy, but had not asked to be put there, then, in fact, you were not at my mercy. You were actually on my honor, a place a good deal safer, with more restrictions, fewer desires and is a whole lot less interesting.
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Knew I would burn out
At some point it’s inevitable
Lack of inspiration
Or desire
No stumble and fall,
Nor inexorable decline
But the warm drowning blanket of effort
A morass of indolence
Just float here and fail
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Dream
*A dream I had last week *
Dreamed last night that I was in love with the girl who lived around the corner. We were going out later in the day but she showed up at my house early.
Too early, I hadn’t taken a shower. She said she’d wait. I kissed her. I can still feel her lips on mine. I kissed her again.
We move apart only because breathe demands it. I hop in the shower. She’s still talking but I can’t hear her.
All I can hear is the Death Cab for cutie song with the lyrics “someday you will be loved, you’ll be loved, you’ll be loved like you never have known” then I get out of the shower and she is gone. But I receive a text saying she will be back.
I go for a drive and end up in the nightclub section of my dreamscape. They have a magic show going on by a comedian. I lose my car, can’t find it. It happens when I’m a little nervous.
It seems ridiculously important that it is a Chevy volt. I spend time looking for it but cannot find it. I’m panicking. I’m not going to make the date. Then I remembered where the car is and I wake.
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Cherry paper lanterns
Floating on a black sea
Sent missives into the night
No response
Anxious and the waiting kills
Flame drifting
Last snuff of light
Sequences doomed for repeating
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Burn amidst coals made cherry
The sweet smell of burnt flesh dancing
Rapturous
Stepped into flames in confidence
Now just wishing the flames seared faster
Nerve endings screaming then going silent
A game played out
Directed by hand to, inevitable, disappointment
Unable to breathe, or speak,
One step from dissolution
Pelgris 