Colorless Green Ideas

I know that I should stop but I can't I touch and click and bite and hold and breathe and blow and feelings move through me Like Smoke and Mirrors I have a pile of things that I have collected all around me I am proud of them and in some way I use them to tell you things. For example, I am not bankrupt That could be useful mating information I am broken and a bit torn and when I stop eating things that had a face or a mother I feel it a sort of withdrawal A hunger to eat And not just eat but consume and destroy Black like the open road

I love you not the idea of you nor the nervous moment But you. I will always love you. Not because I once loved you. Or because I need you. But because the world needs you. The universe. Is not complete without you. You are the weaver of space and time and flesh and bone and the dark letter that strikes upon the readable page absorbs all light and reflects nothing I do not question my love for you or how it grows but I know there are moments and this is the moment Where I speak my heart to you. Alone. And you are, I guess. Afraid? No. It's been far too long and far too many words. But somehow. With each new love letter. Even the bad ones.. I find a way to know. That I love you. I would likely love your children, too. If I knew them. And maybe. Even your husband. But in a different way.

Love can come in many different forms some more powerful others less And if you're frightened you can be frightened Yes. You can be afraid to see and hear an old friend Their actual presence and place You can be afraid of loving creation kneeling before time and space There is a terror to knowing a person can be the one for you And a cold, bright shock that forever can only bring you to the truth with a capital TNT Love plays upon us all in so many different ways It can give you wings bring you to your knee So why be afraid of love? It's just a feeling. Right? Wrong. Love is a weapon that will dwell in your energy lock onto your scent It will tear you out of the world and deliver your essence to a person or persons And life itself is born again from the torn remnant of your own limits Scarring trees with images of hearts and names and addition We join in a playground where you plus me equals eternity I am afraid of being t...

There is a rock next to a sea Each day the ocean destroys it There is a beach at the shore And when you grow up You will be there Scattered Your Demons Defeated And all the non believers shattered next to the plans they have made And there is a rock still there Black And strangely cool to the touch Throw me a bone here into the sky Let it fall back down to me as a spacecraft For I am damned and an image upon your skin And sometimes I get the feeling that it will all wash away And then the sharks return and I climb to dry land And kiss the ground my flippers turn to hands And I love you with all my heart their misery and hate will kill us all except for the little circle of flesh within me that I transform Into a beating heart that still beats For you Alone Just a fragment left of you now but it's a hologram Thank you Karl Pribram

Let's skip for a moment the question of children.. Did Jesus ever marry? Did he ever kiss? Could he have known heaven? Could he have tasted bliss. Yes.