Little childYou run in the streetI will crash my car Aware of the dangersOnly me in a sea of cars I hold you as you wiggleBut the cars pass People don't have the timeFor youLittle child You can't speakTo tell your storyBut to me little childYou are a pearl A black...
Zander
Posts By Zander
Little me
You sit there and crySqueezing your handstears on your cheeks I wishI couldMake the painGo away I wishI couldTell youIt makes you stronger But I can'tLie to you
Brilliance
Stopping at the storeTo pass the timeBroken wheelsAnd cold handsLines forever long Brilliant little flowers everywhereDripping dewRolling crystalline coreShattered in space Walk hand and handStroll around the stonesFind the centerRetrace An unknown rainstormCatching...
Lemongrass
She told me it was lemongrassAnd you could taste itPull it up from the ground and there on the rootssee the little onions To see the world through a childIs an delightYou remember how much it teems with lifeeverywhere How the forever question isalways, why And you are...
Pain
To know pain is to know how close you are to reality.How you can touch noises to it's dark face.Inescapable.You live from this one perspective.It can only be shifted so far before it slides.And falls off. The only savior is in the destruction of ourselves.Or the...
Pure Joy
The lost hours forgottenBetween the thingsWe must do Sitting and waitingis made awashbut it could be something new A thousand little sorrows at the endbecause each momentwas lost in oblivion Each moment is excellence yet discoveredA brilliant explosion waiting to...
Of Beginning
The friction of beginningEating hours of timeStopped from expressingThe soul of mineReduce frictionand then just sing Forced to start,A trickle turns to a surgeThe damn breaksAnd the water flows.Feeding everything it touchesConnecting the apart We are only our...
Willows
The gentle willows by the pondCover me belowI will take your branchesStripping them of leavesWeaving a tapestryAnd tying string Water of green and fish of goldBumpy roads ridden overAs fast as I canWithout making mud Backward figure-eights to prove my skillBestowed...
Reality
You should understand, I like my reality this wayIt is simple and everything fits very nicelyIn those boxes and on those shelvesIt takes away the fear ofAll of risks and the grim unknown You must understand, I like reality this wayIf you move a single card, the entire...
Opening
Opening from my coreAllowing the river to flowTepid river, strands connect of silverVulnerability of creation It starts with the triggerQuiet - clickIPress awayItcreeps forward You must be mistakenPlease oh pleaseTurn away from the devil The frame of reality tilts and...
The Ocean Calls Me
I crest over a hill and seethe supple ocean waves blanket the sand,lapping at the grounds edgeRight at the point the mighty seaconnects to the stoic coast Harmony millennia longI am at the breast of the seathat gave the first lifeand holds more than any other Being by...
The Plight of The Individual
Much of our lives are run on automatic pilot. We go through the world only noticing what calls out to us. Often in a mindset of routine and getting through the day. We are very much creature's of our environments. As much as we may like to see ourselves as independent...
Addiction
Dear reader, I have a confession to you, and I should have told you this earlier. It is a conspiracy of proportion so great you it will require some unraveling for you to fully understand. I want to tell you directly, but I cannot. You would never understand, but once...
Hidden
You cannot stumble across me, nor find me by coincidence. The only way I can be found is when I am already known. Only told of by another my whereabouts are not publicly known. I die with the last one who knows of me. I am hidden.
The Quiet Moments
It’s in the quiet moments we find ourselvesIn the gaps between the somethingsPeering through the puddles and the spoons Sometimes what we find is not what we expectJust little toddlers reaching and grabbingSo amazed at the world with its newness An open spring of...
Heartfelt Mourning
Words cannot expressthe deep regret I feel Sweet mourning oh godCan I go on while knowingthe great horrors that are To express properlyis the victim's exoneration Just to know is beyond meTo feel would break even the strongestWithout you, we each die a thousand times...
Fresh Dew
Fresh dew on fallen leavesThe smell of burning pineSunlight begins to crest over the hill Enveloped in routine I hardly noticeA rabbit not far awayAs peaceful as a cherubHidden between the brush
Clamping
Complex fusion of apathetic, synaptic confusionRatchet dread clampingAngst for the panorama of directionAnger of hypnotic heathenismFlustered beyond social acceptanceAnd over again is itThere must be a way to see through
A Field of Wildflowers
You are a cool mountain riverA spring morning right before the rainYou are a song bird's tune and the sunrise at dawn A day with you is a day brimming with the life and joy of springtimeMy heart leaps when I see you and plummets when we must say goodbyeI love you...
Sunlight
Sunlight breaks through the leavesCasting light upon the forest floorEnticing the sapling to explode throughReaching up to catch the bright rays
Characterize the Souls
A great pitfall of people is to characterize people. Every human being is a complex soul of experiences, preferences, moral convictions, dreams, and pain. Each humans lives in a complex network of society surrounded by other people who are just as complex. Each person...
The Reciprical Power of Action
Every outward action that a human being does, has a reciprocal internal action to that individual. To love is to feel loved. To hate to feel hated. To hurt someone is to feel hurt yourself. And so on... This force which I think is stronger in some people than others...
Escape
I'm escaping something from within.Shutting it out and casting it aside anyway I can.It's in the less subtle behavior of clicking again or sipping againbut it also happens in the moments where there is nothing else to shut it outTurning on the music, or casting my...
Overwhelm
All of life is building towards a terrible crescendo that I can’t halt or handle. The deep sublime terror: a feeling that I am not living my life, but rather it is being lived and wasted for me. The consequences of my life lived seems to be a sleepwalkers...
A Plain Before Me
I see the rest of my life, a vast plain of time stretched before me like cotton sheets before a deep sleep. Open and filled with the dreams of flickering possibility. Now more than ever, I feel the pressure of a life wasted. Each week is now not a stepping stone to...
Spider’s Web
Tossed syllables crashed togethermeanings scrambled and cheesedclunky nothings drenched for good measure Meaning needs a metamorphosisIs a puzzle crafted out of yarnor carved from rock A single simple truth lies at every puzzles hollow coreHollow, no one pays for...
All Night No Sleep
All night no sleeptumbling soft-cotton daydreamsbright night splashed skinDrought fullness undercoverLost rest replaced with uneaseKnot cold iceWarm sheets stifle Wake up sleepy headHeady sleep callsBlaring stars pull out of waterSMASH!Sink back down to depths Call...
Sunshine
I imagine soft pricks of lush green grass against fleshA half-hidden sun illuminating my face to a warm glowThe incessant chirp of – I can't It's hell, Flames wrapped around my soul freezing it with cynical desolation The shy sun walks as I do, hiding behind briefly...
Snow On My Tongue
Tiny flakes of snow come down in flurries onto my waiting Tongue. In the distance, the sun just touches the earth and the sky is saturated with incredible color. In contrast to the blanketed white ground, the sky is painted in incredible color. Deep yellows, bright...
Funeral
A pendulum finding time to my stride, my trunk lingers back-and-forthThe warm orb lifting through the sky in mourningLife continues in absent insult to our carnal pain I approach the shell desolate, long-lost is the fervor of youthThe boldness of innocence so...
Baby At Play
Crisp excitement of SpringGrowing green barrier surrounds me A pile of blocks and one goalTo build something great. The blocks slowly start to take their first form.The pile melts into rolling lush hills.Following the undulating hills,a white stallion shoots across a...
The Ledge
Each instant, a branching splitting web of possibilityEach moment possibilities stretch like arms grasping and holdingStreaming away until a mist of uncertainty conceals the ledges in which they so eagerly grasp uponA plethora of conclusion fogged by incurable myopia...
The Mule
On a worn dirt path an old mule stumbles along. His tongue hangs out and he breaths deeply, trying to exhale all of the heat from his burning body. His saddle has long worn, and changed color to a bleached brown. In the distance the ground shines and waves in the heat...