Author: Pisceanesque

"It's not from within that I emerge; it's by emerging, that I am truly within." www.pisceanesque.com

THOUGHT #407

All mistakes are resulting variations of free will.

THOUGHT #398

The key to one’s future is accepting the past one locks away.

THOUGHT #396

All that remains of portrayal is a shadow once you move beyond it.

THOUGHT #394

The perfect human being wanes in comparison to a perfect human, being.

THOUGHT #390

Spiritual lucidity is being a complex God devoted to the complexities of being a simple human.

THOUGHT #389

Even growth has its moments of separation and surrender.

THOUGHT #386

Observation is only as powerful as perspective.

A TIMELESS WAIT IN MADNESS

Life’s sweet promise coats me like a varnish
wrapping my sticky desires
in an airless, human
skin-tight vault

Fatally sealed, this
timeless wait in madness, this
paused intent of craftsmanship
–
one un-stepped frozen foot ahead
–
contains me like a parasite and
I, far from drowning
hibernate within

Eons of time bereft of touch
pass me (imprisoned) by
but
wide awake, alone, insane
inside this vacuumed husk, I
quench my heart
– reflection –
while my hunger
(still unfed)
provides the popcorn
and the trailers
to the feature film
that scratches at my
fading, timeless
statuesque, and stunted soul

I wait (believing)
baited and entombed
for the next civilisation to unbury me
and
recreate a reason for my being here
that parallels an excuse
for their own

WRITER STIMULUS

Your perfect lips
speak volumes,

an outline of their own

creating a story
of a thousand possibilities
straight from the mouth
of the beast,
the hidden tongue
of the devil,
and the mind
(digesting this author)

– the mind –

of
a
GOD

Your eternally paged fiction
stands alone,
(unseating its writer)
awaiting more images

– square jaw, naked mouth –

– bedroom lips –

to express the next chapter
of my printed vision
processed by a
hungry and
adulterous
need.

LIQUID LOVE

some of us
melt like snow
on a warm morning

others freeze

at the chance of love

PRISON

say no again
and you will build this love
with weakened walls
– a prison –
standing only to fall
as kindling
for slow revenge

RUSH

The school girls
with the messiest hair
are my daughters

The ones with the
fallen socks
and the untucked shirts

So concerned are they
with getting there
so they can come home later

That nothing but
Armageddon
can stop them in their tracks

MISSING ME

A little birdy told me
that beneath your eyes
you house a nest
of promise
filled with eggs
of fortune
that contain your golden secrets;

but that they will never hatch
without the heat of a woman’s touch.

MY OWN

belittle me
and like a singularity
I will become dense
and invisible
and drop from your space

i will gravitate
inside my own world
(my owned world)
– my mass, not yours –
and use my volume
to prove your theory
is full of holes

– black holes –

that only carry purpose
like a stain
that cannot be washed
from its own fabric

THOUGHT #383

There is no release like holding tightly on to memories.

THOUGHT #379

Nothing corrects a mistake like making it.

THOUGHT #378

To pursue one’s death like a hungry man, one must starve it of life as a coward.

THOUGHT #369

One learns to seek before one learns.

THOUGHT #364

To surface from one’s dreams, one must sink deep into reality.

THOUGHT #362

The father of fortune is the mother of love.

THOUGHT #355

The silence of passion is orchestral.

THOUGHT #353

Completeness is like an unfinished sentence,

THOUGHT #350

There’s no desire like yesterday.

THOUGHT #349

To have it all one must value the rest as well.

THOUGHT #345

Companionship is the medium that evokes growth by the hunger of its very presence.

THOUGHT #344

Silent contemplation is reflective of the realist within.

THOUGHT #341

Being at a loss to express oneself, one is indeed expressing oneself.

THOUGHT #340

The freedom of failure lies in the opportunity for a second chance.

FOLLOW YOURSELF

“Unexpected situations often force one to express change by making difficult decisions out of limited choices that can sometimes only be explained by a deep resonating desire within, or a call to experience an action that at the outset may make no sense or seem to dismantle one directionally – but ALWAYS the path you choose is the path you WILL walk, and though questioning why is healthy, it’s far more appropriate to trust your inner knowing and allow yourself to take you by the hand and lead.”

TO WANT ONLY SOME OF IT ALL

The sometimes
of the most of my always
ensnares me
in its often trap
and though by I pass
in silence
I cannot blind
the all seeing knower
that fondles me
with sweet maybe impressions
and tickles my soul
with partial bliss
and otherworldly
here not there
allowable temptations
that only so far
have shaken my distant senses
with semi-translucent delirium
more often than not ever
but much more than
an inexcusable
not quite nearly enough!