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.

Ok, fine. I get it. There is a such a thing as catholic guilt. Sure, I understand. You can write a song about someone that you can't even say the name of. I feel you in my bones. I feel you in my bones. I need you to know. We are not perfect, you and I I want to be better I try to find the weak spots and hack them away I want everyone around me to be better I try to find their weak spots and play with them all day It makes me a passive aggressive asshole A creep A person you do not want to know Maybe But it might make me someone who can love Someone whose head is in the stars and heart is in the world The truth is you don't need me to protect you You don't need me for nearly anything But I am here If at least in an image Because I feel you in my bones And I'm strong enough and ready for A change in my life that includes you And your heart And that means smiling at the things that drive us apart It means not being a passi...

The Feast of the Tabernacle is eight days long Jesus has traveled to Jerusalem He lets the morning come in his favorite half light He speaks in Parables and the die is cast Is this the man they are trying to kill ask the crowd Is this the Christ? Yes. And the Church responds. A prophet does not come. From Galilee. I am going away. And where I go. You cannot come. The crowd knows that in that moment they, the Jews will have defeated Rome Their lives will be free and the Holy City once choked with blood will at last become streets of a gold The crowd dreams of heaven on earth their favorite innocence their favorite lie And there are those who wait to be told he is the Christ There are those who wait for him to arrive riding on donkey To the Sanhedrin To Caiphas We let the fire down soon And like Kitty Genovese They will look out of their windows And say to themselves Better its him and not me Nine Inch Nails will be driven int...

Travelling 43 billion years plus 7 past the speed of sound you arc across heaven The slave goes away David Brockie. But there was only room enough for one And even as your carcass peels life into food for worms You are across the universe bending time Across dark rivers of blood you are sprayed into the audience and the dream of peeling skin and torn flesh Monsters that eat celebrities and nails to the cross Fades into the night and you're nearly with us forever Our mud ball planet is now minus one plus Gwar We say goodbye and it's a clear day Your mother cries tears of glass but your father stands here in a network of networks and chaos And all we see or seem is but a dream flowing by our own blood and papier mache that stopped your heart Sitting in your chair You played chess and lost Singing songs of the town

The clouds move in and we can barely see The mist wraps around us like a cat curling around a shaft of light on a warm summer's day in sleep Waiting to pounce upon us and fill our lungs The mask falls from the ceiling and the lights flash in the aisle And I know where to go I know I am falling for you

A personality trait that is really hard to get rid of - is passive aggressiveness. It is one of those aspects of character that will interfere with relationships, and send most of the real intimacy and connection you have with someone - into a colder place. For me, passive aggressive behavior is a form of defense. I will usually slip into passive aggressive when I feel attacked, but on a level where the action to defend myself has to be sublimated. Case in point - when I was a teenager, I used passive aggressive behavior to survive my parents. One of the places where we all had to lay down our weapons was the dinner table - and so I lapsed into a kind of non-talkative - noncommittal state where I would share as little of my day as I possibly could. I suppose your parents always love you - but when you're a teenager - you really want to go your own way. It's a shame, really - because one of the best memories I had of my childhood was breakfast conversation overheard at ...