refisher: (Writing)
Know what my mom told me
Pretty sure it’s true
Just a little miffed because the others bleed through

Nietzsche I’m not fond of,
Standing firm, midair.
Sarte ’s a little strange, thanks to Freud’s questionnaire.

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refisher: (Writing)
A deal that’s been made
Cannot be avoided, voided, or changed
A hand that’s been played
A Royal flush by a Royal Sage
In spite of my fomentation,
And it’s tormenting sensation

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refisher: (Writing)
Hopelessness covers me
Like a blanket, it wraps around tightly, keeping me warm
The strangeness of it all
Like a breastplate, it wraps around tightly, keeping me strong
And yet this confusion
Has a dizzying effect on my all, my soul, my everything

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refisher: (Writing)
You've run from your own shadow
Crawled out of your virtual scene
And after that, let go of your neoteny

Your stumbling along the tracks
Left you with a dizzy heart
You cannot swim back before you bark

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refisher: (Writing)
Stepping back and taking a look
The picture is worth one thousand words
It's old and faded and straight from a book
Where ink runs into scratched-out parts

Grabbing a glass, zooming in full
The picture is in one thousand pieces
It's old and faded and just like a puzzle
Where parts have been carved and reset

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Sage

Jun. 13th, 2008 09:50 pm
refisher: (Writing)
On this mountain, I can see so far
The landscape is beautiful
And the flowing rivers
On this mountain, I can see so near
The rocky slopes are so full
Of the flowing rivers

In this airplane, I can see so far
The landscape   It disappears
And the waning rivers
From way up here, I can see so near
The destruction from there to here
And the unceasing tears

And I would sage the world if I could,
But my hands alone would not make it any different.

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Direction

May. 22nd, 2008 08:46 pm
refisher: (Writing)
Watch the cars drive by along the open road
Wonder where they've been; imagine where they'll go
Have a good idea from the wounds they already show

See the planes soar by throughout the open sky
Think of where they've gone; guess to where they'll fly
Judge by the direction toward which the wings do glide

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refisher: (Writing)
Once, I watched a tree collapse;
It was on a sunny day in April.
No wind storms or nimbus clouds,
No light breeze   Just the sky at a standstill.

It struck me as ironic.
Something so sturdy could fall at its waist,
And in the wake of its crash,
Debris had scattered and was blown away.

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Metaphor

Apr. 21st, 2008 10:02 pm
refisher: (Writing)
The sky sheds its tears on me
The only light is at the end of the street
Mesmerizing   The small, mounted light
It can be seen from so far in this night

Along the sidewalk, stumbling
Can't see where I am going
Just heading toward that point

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Deathbed

Apr. 16th, 2008 09:59 pm
refisher: (Writing)
The prospect of ends has always been terrifying for me,
Yet the ultimate end is even more so.   It haunts me.

I am who I am, yet I am told not to fear
The unbecoming of me as the end grows near
But that is what truly frightens the most:
That I do not know when I'll reach the coast.

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refisher: (Writing)
Confusion   Never thought my mind could spin so many ways
Frustration   When I notice how much shorter are the days
Until my future begins

In bed   At night   Fully awake
Crying   Eyes out   Mixed up feelings
What the hell do you want from me?
Or is it Hell that you want with me?

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refisher: (Writing)
A hazy future
The doubt won't melt away but neither will You   Isn't that right?
Never   Never seems so far away
But if it's "never" then it should not seem at all.

Hysteria   Gripping tightly
Others calm   But not me   Thanks a lot

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