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More Stars than There are

Month: July, 2015

A Not Unfaithful Stray

Oh Love,

My summer muse

And blooming desire,

How I have longed

For you,

And placed my

Naked heart


This simmering Sun—

So much so,

That the ruthless

Heat has wrought it



And Hard.

The Pleading


To death

Of my nonchalant



Of concealing

What hurts

With a shrug,


Saying “there’s more where I come from,”

Shoving the shouts

And tears

Into back pockets

Until they are bulging

At the seams.


Emptiness is eating away

The best of yours truly;

Someone please

Spare your



Bring me back to life

With your calming

Touch and Kindness.


Never White

“Black is the truth

Of my situation,

And for those 

Of my station

In life.

All other colors lie. ” 

—Suzanne Vega.

No Such Thing

As fair




Time contends



Blunt equality—


The Loved


The Beloved


Rarely take

The same



“I wish to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and effort, of labor and strife; to preach that the highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph.”




Having been very much of a slave lately, I couldn’t help but to have found some affirmation from this very true—albeit a little theatrical speech excerpt.

The Undeniable


“However strong Dylan Lokensgard’s yearning to fit in, to win acceptance, to love and to be loved, he could not defeat the unseen forces which direct behavior.

In the struggle between our desire to determine who and what we will be, and the identity which biology defines for us, there can only be one outcome.

But even in victory, there are forces biology cannot defeat—the stirrings of the soul; the mysteries of desire; the simple truth that the heart wants, what the heart wants.”

— Scully’s Monologue, Lord of the Flies, X Files.

Vacancy and Solitude

May solitude 1

May solitude

Early evening breaks.

Temporarily This Way


“Perhaps you thought you were in love—that was a long time ago.”

—Bond speaking to Severine.

By Choice Astray

The clockworks of the underworld

Are easy to know—


Fuel all doubts with

Adrenaline and ecstasy,

Place an elusive smirk

Across the cheeks,

And be prepared to do anything—


Beneath its apparent safety,

There lies the devil

Of doggy dog

Full of animal instincts;


Play nonchalant,

Relax the shoulders,

And enjoy the circus.


But keep your eyes


Ready two-plus ways out

Lest it begins to prowl.




The cheap tricks;

The toxified glee;

Milieus of afraid and dangerous



You know your ways around it,

Have seen the poor bastards

Who were forced to bleed.


You were never one of them,

But never were you

One among the survival creatures

Of the suicidal, daily Races.

Sudden Rain

Sudden Rain