Skip to main content

B is for Prose (again...)

(seek part 01 seek part 02 seek part 03)

exposed. i wrapped my arms round her frame pulling tightly to me all the imaginings i imagined. and as i did, a cold wind shot through my back. for i was exposed. i kept her warm. body to buddy. i drank in the scent of her hair, i filled my lungs with her skin... but the sin of my mind would remind me later that while i may have covered her i lay exposed. who shields the "shielder", from elements... water and fire... tears and desire... or is it a willing sacrifice he makes for ALL HER sake? sleeping exposed while she's wrapped in warmth. - 14:03:09 © tjh [sometimes i ponder the virtue of falling in love or lust or infatuation or whatever the heck we call it]

they don't look to the stars. they rather swim in dirt not realising they were taken OUT of there for a reason. humans... content to laze around but never want. want but never need. want but never act! that's why when we do, they clap and applaud and bite their teeth with envy. at you? at me? they call us divinity. damn fools. i-u-he-she-WE-THEY-ARE...but don't see. afflicted by their disease you see. God made and they were - reflection yet they sit nurturing their sorry condition instead of looking to the skies like my eyes. and when i do they look at me and call me divinity. damn fools. 13:03:09 © tjh

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

B in Future Traditions

THE COPY: I was sitting down listening to Norah Jones’ “Come Away with Me” and I began to think about future traditions. I thought… I want to sway with someone. Sway with my lover. To this music. More than that, I want that when we had an argument (and we’d have those because she’d be stubborn and I’d be pig headed (iChuckle)) we would never go to bed angry. We’d pop open a lover’s CD like this one and just sway. We may be as mad as hell but we would sway because we would never want to go to bed angry. And our children would know this. And they would never allow their partners to go to bed angry either because… well, because they would know better. They would sway. They would know it was better to sway. That’s the kind of man I want to be. Moreover, that’s the kind of tradition I’d like to pass on. Future Traditions. What's Yours?
4 comments
Read more

B is for SideBar

i was going to talk about morality today. as in "whose morality do you subscribe to?" it was going to be deep if i say so myself. however, instead i will speak about requisitioning wombs . yes that's right... wombs . i was having a conversation with a girl who [i admit] i still go gaga over [cue the "paparazzi" audio clip]. we were talking about how stupid humanity had become and whether there was a point to saving them. "saving" in the sense of helping-them-expand-their-mental-space-just-a-smidgen-more kind of saving. she believed this exercise was futile and proclaimed that instead of trying to save this "dead-out" (my term not hers) generation, she was going to have kids. a means of passing on valuable information about culture and forward thinking and such. i laughed of course but she had a real point. i too have felt that this current landscape is all... dead-out, but never really saw procreation as a means of rebooting the system if...
5 comments
Read more

B is for Disavowed [part of the lord series]

I remember when I disavowed (human) Troubling thing since of course I was (human) Thought of my mistakes and yes they were (human) Thought of my limits and without a doubt (human) … … I remembered when I disavowed (can’t) Wanted to draw but of course, well I (can’t) Thought about rapping but you know that I (can’t) Should’ve taken her to the room… (can’t) … … I remembered when I realized it was the same (Human) and (can’t), they were all in a frame One is an excuse The other keeps you tame Same song, same hymn, same refrain. .... ... ... I can’t be human. But can’t doesn’t exist. Which means I COULD be human  But why be… everyone? You can be “only human” if you want to But I’ll accept terrestrial or mortal – thank you. Until the word is reclaimed by those who claim to be more Yet flounder in the gene pool of mice. © tracy j hutchings 18:06:13 #lordoftheyounggods a lord must consecrate and dis...
4 comments
Read more