posted on June 13, 2013 at 6:41 pm
hemlock bound

hemlock bound

crossing the synapse

i blot out eyes

the realms they travel

outlandish sea

world of whorled beginning

we turn up in a cave

somehow i will decipher meaning here

this beast first creature by creature

this tiny morning captured in stone

this ice has cut deep planet chasm

this volcanic heat we must muster

you whirl around in a sudden blur

something has come in upon us then

in yesterdays scream i hear its death

you hack away in a trance of burning stillness

the poor thing groans its life out upon black floor

glass exterior protects my skin from such occurrences

my fingers collect data from bevelled sphered surfaces

microscopic dust emits red giant charisma

the readings take on a peculiar surge

 

 

 

i blot out eyes yes

11 Responses to “empath desert”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 June 2013 at 7:05 pm #

    love what that dust is emitting! wow

  2. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 13 June 2013 at 7:33 pm #

    The paper mats
    blot your tears
    fearing not the natural
    course of the
    water colour fall
    trailing past
    mouth of cave
    craving rainbow spray
    coding otherwise
    strange amazing modes
    sort of automatically known
    from beat to pulse
    to head to toe
    your chord transforms
    poor groan to joy
    the black floor softens
    I would the clear screen
    shield your too direct
    touch for your gaze
    through heart shaped pupils
    penetrates glaze
    and knows too much
    that dusting could cover
    could become smother
    become some other
    would wind, wind ward
    like the inward sight
    of unspoken good nights.

  3. avatar
    Cath | 14 June 2013 at 8:13 am #

    could you paint the creature? dwelling in a very dynamic landscape

  4. avatar
    lurker | 14 June 2013 at 2:39 pm #

    Hey Steve,

    Totally unrelated to your post but I thought the following article might be of interest to you. I’m guessing that you are not a habitual reader of The Economist so here’s the link:

    http://www.economist.com/blogs/prospero/2013/06/music-industry

    The real thrust of the article is Songkick.com

    Anyway, mine the data from your social media outlets (man, I hate the term social media) and perhaps there’s a way to figure where and when to play live sometime anywhere.

    Cheers,
    Matt

  5. avatar
    A.M. | 14 June 2013 at 3:36 pm #

    Blotting out of eyes reminds me of a quote I like: “where my eyes were everything appears.” — Margaret Atwood (The Journals of Susanna Moodie). Keep blotting.

  6. avatar
    Chris | 14 June 2013 at 4:31 pm #

    We rely upon the poets, the philosophers and the playwrights
    to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow.
    They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope;
    they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves.
    Whenever I feel my courage wavering I rush to them.
    They give me the wisdom of acceptance,
    the will and resilience to push on.

    ~ Helen Hayes

    p.s. The use of the ‘unresolved ending’ to a song on YAE is a very cool effect! Kinda, ‘Where do I go now you have brought me here?’

  7. avatar
    Polaris | 16 June 2013 at 2:29 pm #

    Kool ironic paradoxal imagery!

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 June 2013 at 12:20 am #

    Wiped the sleep from eyes
    it’s only sleep
    dreamt of dreams last night
    it’s only dreams
    Something is burning there too
    wipe that away before
    you feel more
    quick
    think of something else
    it’s the sting
    it just keeps on coming
    try to think of those strawberries that’ll be closer to you
    think how it will effect you
    no that’s wrong
    make it right
    think of how you wallowed in it
    swallowed it took it in like a drink an elixir of magic
    no that’s tragic
    what will work now
    wait awhile you’ll be free of it
    just take that new/old thing that works
    only when it wants to
    stop asking about it
    oh the winds of change will make that change
    guess what? It’s not working
    down in a whole what do you know?
    Everyone feels faraway
    because everyone is far and away
    Enjoy that beautiful tune that goes with the moon
    it’ll happen just wait for it it will come soon enough
    the fingers feel cold and numb
    what do you know
    something is working
    i can feel again and it’s not the stinging and the burning
    i can see again
    oh life can be beautiful once again
    Is it hear?
    No it’s only me

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 June 2013 at 9:25 pm #

    Spoiler alert: TEARS R’ US


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