pealmas shedkures

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day three ... peal's entry ...

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CHEERS ! cheers ? from the bleachers ? from the stairs ? from the hall way ? from the classroom ? wheres your hall pass ? what flower do YOU think will bloom ? a toast ? shall we jam ? shall we dance ? should we cry ? is the moment too beautiful ? are you the beholder ? with your "i" ? did u recognize it when it hit you ? did it hurt when u fell ? does it hurt to feel ? what wishes are granted ? from the pennies in the well ? feeling well ? do i exist ? or am "i" you ? your experiences that mirror ? may remind you of youth ? do they remind you of ye olden ? did u realize yet, that your skin is golden ? are these just words ? or are they lamentations from the future ? the brief history and introduction to the world you're so used to ? everything is normal ? everything is fine ? go back to sleep ? no more time ? no more rhymes ?

from the i that is "i" therefore you ...

whats olnoo, whats snooze, whats known

follow that visitor and the countdown madness on Facebook ...

just another face in the book

Sunday, April 1, 2012

city scape . . . birthday cake

jokes on boats
set float
head first then the throat
the b.est b.irthday e.ver starts off when you choke

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fisrt gaggle cough a gasp of soft oxyiginated toffee splash random incarserated checkers chess baskgammon pieces all made of soap

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for happiness for them miserable moments ill be fine, cryin in time we share the same spine

the two di e mention

ladder that day

a boulder in a boat

when i listened to them last time i stayed put . . . but they squeezed me out into the light anyways . . . last time i learned that i wasnt suppose to cry . . . but that same day they smacked me until i cried . . . smacked me until i forgot what i was crying about and then slapped me until i stopped crying . . .

but i remember why i was crying . . . i dont hold back the tears any more . . . i miss you . . . i cant b.b.e.leave i was once ignorant . . . completly unaware that there was anyone or anything around me . . . because i was completely unaware that there was any "me" or self to be around anyone or anything . . . caught as one in the vast sea of everyone and everything . . . every noun !

but now i am a aware . . . no more ignor ant s until next 3.26.88 . . . birthdays from here on out . . . and now i never want to ignore you since you slaped me and made me aware of you . . . i feel guilty if i dont put forth some type of effort to contribute to the upkeep of this lil machine yall floating on . . .

my love is not accidental my love is not fake but my love was not voluntary . . . i love you for every drop of particular on-par-tic-you-call . . . per-tick-tock-you-late . . . pair-of-ticks-you-killed . . . and im sorry . . .

but my love is not skin deep . . . as my ignorants was robbed . . . the awareness of your separate flesh vessel was more than evident . . . since before in the sea of ignorants . . . we being the water and the water being one, love couldnt help but be everything . . . so why wouldnt it remain as we got seperated and organized into this strange thing we call life?

seems fitting that i would be an accident and then arrive late to just end up 5 days latter under a ladder on april fools . . .

oh well . . . im crying for you i hope your crying for me . . . or better yet with me . . .