owned by the wait

ask me anything
with your silence...
i wait

one can say
many things
without uttering a single word...

and you remain quiet,
so loudly telling.

now,
lay out a vast desert
that will lie between you and i...

landfill of emptiness,
and sun, and sand, and
a wind
that endlessly howls your name.

patience
is a timeless virtue...
i wait

obviate you into my sentences...

longing for mementos i
would cherish forever...
building indelible timepieces,
landmarks,
on your fair skin.

away...
in the safety of the distance
you will keep me
burrowed down...

a perfect diamond
cut for an uncertain future...

waiting to be unearthed
i am.

October 20, 2010 07:03pm, 

October 21, 2010 09:33am

commisioned for TBNH @MCRD, @NBSD from

«http://bit.ly/obtw01», «http://bit.ly/obtw02»,

«http://bit.ly/obtw03», «http://bit.ly/obtw04»,

«http://bit.ly/obtw05».

loosely re-arrayed @Sunset5 

optimus 

iudex

tempus 

est

faceless crowd of billions

one long war,
we are unwilling soldiers,
or hired participants.

one eternal struggle.
a period that came
before our time.
and it is sure to stay
beyond our very last day
here.

many speak of endings,
many hope
and sigh
and mourn
and learn
to cope.

but rather, a handful,
control the pieces,
control the fields,
control the bullets,
control the minds.

one long chaos, they own.
we are all living off it,
or devolving into it.

one endless nightmare.
a fighting anthem.
a burning flag.
a shifting paradox.
a moving goal.

we are the bleeding canvas,
the eroding soil,
the forgotten,
the unrewarded.

to them
we are but shadows.

to them
we are merely numbers.

October 17, 2010

03:57pm - 04:41pm

commissioned for TBNH @Sunset5 from

«http://bit.ly/fcb01t», «http://bit.ly/fcb02t»,

«http://bit.ly/fcb03t», «http://bit.ly/fcb04t»,

«http://bit.ly/fcb05t», «http://bit.ly/fcb06t»,

«http://bit.ly/fcb07t», «http://bit.ly/fcb08t».

we shall not remain 

unheard of

much longer

september confessions

passed me by,
swiftly, yet again,
September
there
then
it came,
it went

of thunder and wind,
these last days
by the Western shore
spoke
to me
of seasons,
tomorrows

places to see,
more landscapes,
more buildings,
more oceans,
more...
they await
but there ain't no peace
where i am from

hurried these eyes,
buried this skin,
cauterized
these dreams of
a peaceful
and verdant
world

waves to ride,
more mountains,
more cities,
more dunes,
more...
they call
but there ain't no sunshine
where i am headed

14 September - 15 October, 2010

commissioned fully onto TBNH, @nbsd3339

to the last Summer in the Pacific