A Dream for Winter
~Exestentialist Determinist Nightmare~
the skies are gray, the sun is grey.
My face is grey, so they say these days.
the music is benign, the art is bland.
your words, my words, her words, his words, their words, my world.
congealing into bland nothingness...
i'm comatose.
I prod myself with a cattle prod and I don't feel a thing.
one day at a time I'll shed another layer,
off of this existential determinist nightmare that are my moments.
So I wrote again. I'm real inspired lately. It's probably because I've been devouring Rimbaud and Dylan like it's all I can eat. Sighz, I'm such a weirdo....Philosophy is amazing and can open your mind in ways never thought imaginable but if it seduces you in the wrong way, you'll feel like how I described myself in said poem. =D
I wanna do it right now but Em said I should give it a month, a very wise and good idea, but I really wanna get this as a tat.. I figured not many people would want to get it since it's a corparate logo but I think it's pretty. It beats getting an Ankh like everybody else. (That was my first choice but EVERYBODY has one!!!!!!1111)
AND NOW TO END THIS POST WITH SOME RIMBAUD!!!!!!
In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
With blue cushions.
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner.
You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
The evening shadows pulling faces.
Those snarling monsters, a population
Of black devils and black wolves.
Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck...
And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot...
Arthur Rimbaud ~ In a railway carriage, October 7, 70
Gute nacht alles!
meg=D