Monthly Archives: August 2012

Originally posted on chester maynes:
not this mind can even dredge up— that extremely dead to the world that even jagged blades cannot me goad that even unsolicited rally round is narcissistic i have that concord which no one can…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
  I stopped. The motion of time entangles my capacity to understand. I am agitated. It’s sadness that creaks from my windowsill. I turned to stare from the inside. The city landscape bares a pity…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
between the eye and the paper hovers a space of nonentity. hands anesthetize for newfangled poetry. stint of motionless body like a trance deeper than me. no randomness, no spontaneity— letters, bleak to find words.…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
Inside vicinity blabs a departure Where the feet ramble The flesh yearns In the grave dungeon Chamber of catalyst Of debauchery and sly Zeal outwardly transcends Not a cradle of gallantry Never a kingdom’s valor…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
  Striding, galloping, floating— All elements from left to right gather here Canopies of heterogeneous colors emerging from Unknown origins of drastic mysteries   No mouth can gossip and whine Neither feet stagger on barbed…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
almost 6 months. i can’t hide the fact. it’s none of my business to reality. i told her it’s depressing at home, without pizza, my own. if panic stalks, i’m neglecting the gravy sauce. mumbling—…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
i’m down at noon. rocked, my tendons failed to redeploy. provigil drug, dosage of it— i’m not jittery; i’ve the antonym of smother. i stood. sitting is a framework of lethargy. i may have sworn.…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
Days of black. Nights of white One has highs. The other has lows. We’re born with counterparts. We’re born with parallels. We have thoughts of black and white. Life is a fushion of good and…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
questions spilling like bubbles of beer. oh! why all these meandering? brief occasions of instant acquaintances, breaking barriers and cultural animosities. my feet aches— i am redeploying. the ambiance of myriad streets, of diverse colors…

Originally posted on chester maynes:
mist— the empire boundary of two souls just acquiesced in a solid proximity of human blaze brisk— baffling and picking the skins upon skins of thousand sins the friction nags them both 2009