The Eclectic Pen - lysophospholipid


By: ericjasongastelum   + 52 more  
Date Submitted: 11/18/2008
Last Updated: 11/18/2008
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  The wisp of my words trail like smoke signals from my mouth. Lifting softly into the sky, becoming invisible clouds of thought. I lift my brass cup to the heavens and wait for G-D to bless my every sip. Looking and desperate for the sky to open up and for a single finger to rub the lip of my chalice. As my arm gets tired, images of a crucifixion blind my thought process.
I want to go home, the ravens watch me from their perch high atop the jefferson conifers. While Oconomowoc is calling my heart, the city of Talent is pulling my mind.
This is where creation and desire start tearing from one another, like pleather, shirt fabric, and back skin separate from the remains of a burnt vehicle. They go their own way, like oil and water. They divorce within me and I'm caught in the middle.
Am I a poison between my thoughts?
Limping in this prison of mine. Holding the keys to all the locks, yet still confined. Out of my cell I watch time playback in reverse. Birds network that sky, men cheat on their wives. The sun sets over the atlantic & lightening radiates from the moon. Laying on my side looking between the empty space of nine, two-inch thick iron bars. Watching everyone run around with food in their pockets and money in their stomachs. We've become the energy of a spirit that had never been spoken of, but revealed in my dreams.
this century is what i'm afraid of.
My quail is a wisdom of pain. I know there's death in the syringe, but I'll be marked as insane if I say anything. I smile as a tear rolls out of my eye and down my cheek, as I take my daily dose. If Merlin could prophecy phones as describing humans speaking with rocks to our faces, why cannot i prophecy a new beginning? Chewing off more than I may ever be able to choke down. aLWAYS PLANNING AHEAD, JUST TO FIND THAT THE MICE HAVE BEEN EATING AWAY AT MY OATS WHILE THE SNAKES HAVE BEEN SWIMMING IN MY CISTERNS. Crossing lines and boarders, licking all the beautiful wives' daughters. I want to be illuminatus, I want to be the boy with the golden bones, who speaks words that no one could deny.


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Eva L. (wearetrees) - 11/18/2008 6:22 PM ET
Your words break ice and become fire - they shift shapes as I read them, then for good measure assume an entirely new personality in my brain, those well-trodden circuits, those nooks. And what perfect chameleons they become as they settle in my heart...
Sophira B. (sophiraness) - 11/19/2008 9:45 AM ET
uncanny, unsettling, powerful
Marta J. (booksnob) - 11/19/2008 5:24 PM ET
You are undeniably golden!
Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 11/25/2008 7:42 AM ET
Your work always makes me feel this amazing feeling in the center of my chest. When someone has their bass turned up and it mixes with your heartbeat and feels like its taking you over, powerful like that.
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