August 23, 2007
sunrise
why are you always on my mind? my precious asymptote, all i ask is the wish to be reborn into a blessed synchronicity; one that yields the chance to be within your warm embrace. until such time my life shall endure; its longevity the monument to your love. could i still tempt your smile within those passing confines of dawn where my heart runs free and pure? could my tongue still carve zealous words on the back of your alluring neck? sadly, knowing the truth is not enough. the eternal unity lacks the pleasure of uniting, for what always is, never becomes. there lies my heretic and secret desire. there lies my fading hope for us.
Posted by qurlau at 05:16 PM | Comments (0)June 06, 2007
smile upon me
yet again, we find ourselves drunk on the infectious fruits harvested through the years of worshiping our false gods. yhere are no signs that remain; no stars to follow; no orphan to inspire. fortunately or not, the seal is still in place and nothing save our own capacities will sober us to our posterity. is it worth getting up for? let the music play and leave the lights dimmed. tonight the pleasure will be the solace of oblivion. pour me another drink, for everything perishes save that Smiling Face!
Posted by qurlau at 10:12 AM | Comments (0)November 08, 2006
a storm is coming
the imprisonment of my blessings leaves me inept; save to bear witness to your suffering.
i imagine your pain from its echoes within me.
truly the mercy of mercies preserves your suffering; for nature would warrant its release upon the land; there is such despair that the misjudged distance between us should be cleft asunder; the false imprisonment revealed; perhaps then my capacities will be unlike rain unto the sea.
October 20, 2006
the market
what a time for false gods where our hearts are vouchsafed in the ignorance of the ephemeral! what a waste is our capacity to feel! what an intransigence is our reluctance to heal! “shut up and listen!,” shouts the priestess in the staccato of sound bites. “be a good little consumer! hearts closed, wallets out!” such is the way of the foolish who harvest that which their masters reap. let us welcome the inevitable famine of this insidious crop, lest we forget that this is a time for false gods.
Posted by qurlau at 10:38 AM | Comments (0)October 03, 2006
the seal
is it truly sealed or have we just eviscerated it? reduced to form, chapters, verses, and the sycophantic self-serving of promulgation! the Book may have been given, but we continue to receive. join in the silent discourse that resounds when lovers are passionately coupled as time itself is queued upon their bedside. ephemeral is the domain of your senses so let there be no space between you and your lover. stripped of all there is know that Revelation is at hand!
Posted by qurlau at 05:05 PM | Comments (0)
