Drag.

November 26th, 2008 by William | Posted in Electric | No Comments »

As eyelids slowly drop, down and up and back again, the room becomes sectioned piece by piece into a work to be done. Colors start replacing themselves as thoughts overcome one another and overwhelm any sense of what ought to be as it is. The walls repaint themselves into a kaleidoscope of swirling color with an endless progression of color. Drag. Once again the self within the self makes itself present, as is needed at the moments when it stands to be denied. Heavy breathing accompanies a heavy head bringing with it all that stood to not be. Drag. Eyelids give way to eyes still ablaze within, regardless of the wind’s dulling attempts. Sight rebounds forcing that which is not direct to recede to gray, and a forward mode of transport becomes acknowledged. Drag, drop, step, onward.

Joint.

September 25th, 2008 by William | Posted in looktothesky | No Comments »

Finding his knees week, his mind blasted from himself, and the walls slowing breathing in and out, closer and closer all around, he applies pressure to his worn and week knees and stands. Nothing changes however; he escapes to the wind and sky, yet it begins to fall around him. Hiding beneath the shadow of reason and despair, he is frozen. His heavy eyes cannot hold up any longer, yet fall down they will not. Eyes steady, tired, yet always gazing to the sky, he sighs and relies on those knees again; as always.

Merge Ahead.

September 10th, 2008 by William | Posted in looktothesky | No Comments »

Heavens crumble down around her head as does the neverending stream that flows through her of thought and of euphoric sadness. With head firmly surrounded in cloud, she decides to run; fast. As her body, like fluid to fuel a flame, melds with fluff it begins to mix into one. Powered by spinning gusts of life and intensity, the heavens are placed back plus one; the union of the above and her endless thought could not meld. The earth shakes as attacks are reigned upon it; land gives to water; water gives to land; wind cannot stand the gusting. Walls of inporportion stand from below reason, protexting her now singular bare body, heaving inward and outward trying to reconsile nothingness.

Steel.

September 9th, 2008 by William | Posted in Electric | No Comments »

Pulsing thoughts fly as though the projectery was a carefully pre planed endeavor. As crossfire rages and friendly fire takes the usual ironic toll that it must, what has been lost, regained. It forces forward between static spurts and chaotic impulses towards the sun from the retina. When what has always been known, just not seen, finally is a cold chill takes the places of all the former pulsations. The blade is pristine, gleaming, and ripe; yet it comes with prepared to mar anybody to come in contact with it. For it to be, the lifeline or the thoughtline must be given.

Freetime

August 25th, 2008 by William | Posted in Electric | No Comments »

Sitting beneath a gargantuan growth of roots and branches, he leans and looks to the the abyss above and around. Sighing, compilation surrounds his head and weighs it to a near absolute breaking point. Notions of time seem endless, as does the sleeping sun and the waking moon that soon holds the attention of everything that is. Without knowing that the process has begun, his overactive mind had placed all that does not pertain to a place of relentless consideration, and he is lost. If one is able to comprehend and understand only that which pertains to the conceived direction, is there really anything else?

Crescent Half on Loves Equator

June 10th, 2008 by William | Posted in Electric | 2 Comments »

Displacement strikes her through the travels, as if the world itself is what moved while she stayed where she always was, doing the dance she always did, being the con artists that she was formed into. Eyes partially open at all times that she is in the waking world she proceeds to explore all that which is now laid beneath her petite feet. Quick breaths reveal the reality that the air is getting thicker by the minute, and that nature is pressing eyelids to the identical lower pair. Arms extend to their fullest extent then shake and stutter into a relaxed position. She curls into a crescent and drifts, always half aware, into a world that is placed in her own darting eyes.

Two twenty six.

April 28th, 2008 by William | Posted in Electric | 2 Comments »

Eyes closed, breathing slight but consistent, thoughts focused through a scattered fog; his eyes open and viewing the threshold from above his fingers, as they are held as they always are, in a triangle over his face covering his nose and mouth. Everything else pushed aside, he searches for something that has the ability to define, to decode, to make short and sweet work of the inner workings that plague him and force him to question his very essence. Can fire be used as a distraction from the fleeting hold to humanity? Has the foundation be proved to be cold but painted hot? He goes to stand but as his left foots descends towards the slick hardwood floor that has become a bystander of all that once was, it hesitates. He pulls it back, and regains his always position. A misstep is a slip, a slip is a fault, a fault is a failure, and a failure is something holy unforgivable.

Future.

April 27th, 2008 by William | Posted in Electric | 1 Comment »

Standing over a pile of envelopes, statements, requests, and final notifications, he slips backwards into that same old chair that has followed him through rain, snow, education, poverty, and joy. The metallic click fills his ears with a simple depressing happiness as the heat ignites the circle and smoke fills his already foggy vision; this is only the precursor. The wrapping falls from the miniature knife, the cork propels towards the wall, and the once grapes are inverted above him and are rushing inward to fill a fleeting purpose. Posted high above his head is a framed memory that has had its intent stolen by dust and disregard.

Chlorine.

March 26th, 2008 by William | Posted in looktothesky | No Comments »

Blinded by the chemical burn in each of his hazelgreen sight generators; he gasps.

Chocking on the chemical burn up his nostrils and down his throat; he groans.

And kicks; upward.

Sucking inwards, he draws breath from all around; he exhales.

Shocked, he looks outwards to where he fell from, he winces.

And dives; downward.

Scared by everything around him; he sits.

Losing his sense of self and everything around him; he sways.

And falls; forward.

Warmth awakes his lips, his face, his head, his torso, his being, as she reaches beyond the six feet that keep him and pulls him up, up, up and into his own shoes again.

Feed the urge.

March 26th, 2008 by William | Posted in Electric | No Comments »

Fire blazed the walls of the world; the people huddled inside trying to see things without the hue of orange and pain.

A yelp, barely audible, is made from inside the mass of people; ignored and muffled and tired of the same, a son of a nobody who did nothing stood up and began to let rhetoric flow from his lips.