The Sorry Coins

take it back
all of the apologies
they aren't worth cent
sense is we are living
in a room full of apologies
and they are taking
space and we are tripping
falling and as we get up
we fall again, and again
we have been falling
just to now realize
I don't want any more
apologies

The Artificial Feeling of...

The artificial feeling involved in daily love has no presence in the reality we are currently holding. It is un-explainable, the meaning of L O V E. If it's not chemical reaction, then it must be wired reactions telling us that we must not linger single. Tinkle warm feeling that passes through us as we find this thing called love. Lonely feeble man wish they never gave theirs up because learning to love is not the same as loving to learn. Those who want to love fail before those who run as far as their feet can bring them. But your feet can only bring you so far and then you see those who first failed being carries by more than just their feet

Diamond Fins

numbers runningflashes of dashboardme lingering awkwardwatching them sunny side upon crystal sandlooking at my metal handunable to understandframes in the mindso I stack themmy picture framesmake a short story filmstand firmwhile she is reading my palmtell me about my futurethrough the lines of my pastIt's time to cleanse my sinsI have to fastI keep seeing angelsin my dreamstelling me they have no wingsthey are wearing finsdiamond clusterswaves of shapesloads of voicespiles of skin

Devil's Food

Can't stop eating

can't stop thinking of what more to eat

this is overindulging but weight is depended on gravity

but actually, you only do not eat during poverty

so eat while you can

Full to the tip

but nothing can stop this being

from eating

seeking, heroic

seeking, the stars

but it's dependent on the earths arc

the day is passing like numbered cards

feeling like having it all

need all to have me

sex transpose into overeating almanac

over seeking for feelings when releasing

undertaking man

overtaking the soul

the cold

to show today is bold

fetish

phobia

dancing nude

sex fiend orchestra

underage marriage

filthy wants

uncontrollable needs

banish these animals
so that they can feel purity
banish these selfish beings
so that they can feel purity

***Golden Lit Pairs

connected through the fruit of our loins
drifted apart by the atmosphere
once we were so the same
now we are like apple and pears
we could be happy pairs
we could be half happy singles
wondering souls
distracted from our whole
by man company
buy man's company
dreaming to achieve
the oppositions
of living in our own glitch
subjected voids
with non perishable objects
damn to paper and coins
the sense of monetary offerings
to contemporary religions
the seconds in time
worth more than any possession
any coin
pay your love with time
your respect with your presence
your time shows
all that you are worth








© EOU 2012

It's A Yellow Pearl

Found in the bottom
of the ocean
inside a muscle
the soloist
looking at
countless numbers of muscles

you are the overgrown
pearly yellow skin
you are the found
that your wishes be
someone else's command

if you are at ease
then you can better believe
falling into the humanity of man
accepting everything to no standards

stand down
in the reflection of water
standing up
for what you don't really believe
and believing what you cannot truly stand for

you are becoming
the reflection of yourself
you are becoming real
from transparent

You are fearless in mans eye
but you are living in fear, and
living is not fearing
so all the time you thought you were living
you were fairing
deeply into your fears




EOU 2012

Watercolor Sky

Dream so vivid

seeing lucid

are you cupid?

conquer

the full glass

of liquor

ignore your plead

to save me from drowning

to shape

and reshape

sharpen finger tips

lined across your lips

tripping so steep

falling into the tip cup

before taking flight

stupid reflections

of somebody else

subtle

self attraction

while contraction

the esteem

resistance

at first

but at the end, fall

Le Passe-muraille

Blank
everything blank
the feeling of not knowing
how to feel
the constant
flush of content, sad, mad, sad
hope,crush, hurt
and the cries
you want us to laugh
but it just doesn't feel right
You are here
but no longer with us
bring your alarm
hoping you would wake
for goodness sake
please wake