Human Sacrifice, Cancer and Skeletons, or: How Love Will Take You Apart and Rebuild You Different

this love of ours growing like cancer, taking over
things which do not belong to it
corrupting cells
feels that way in my chest
rushing swell and i’m praying not malignant
or would be praying if i did
instead watching cigarette glow
latticed with outer dead layer of ash
which scatters into wind whipped world of Ottawa
our valley home of shifting pressures
of gusts and lulls
and you laugh and kind of clear your throat
with a joke on your mind you can’t quite work out
something something
of lusts and gulls
i flash a grin at you that i envision dashing
charming, et cetera; now shifting weight nervously
as if ready to run or dive right
making stunning save
but instead taking your small hand
burying it under mine
feeling warmth and life and all your material parts
everything moving lubricated under skin
i think of how i’ll write about this later
or if i don’t i’ll invent it
manufacture from scrapyard memories
some years down the road
and when it’s done i won’t remember still
but will feel bone and tendon moving under soft skin
odd echo in lonely fingers
and will somehow know every pain and angst
of the early days of our pagan love
that has always asked for sacrifice
that has cut out my still-beating heart
only to return it gently
and will somehow feel again that tumor
expanding in my chest somewhere behind lungs
beautiful sickness, fever like warming by the fire
worried house might catch
still piling on wood
building pyre for something dead and gone but not us
whose hearts still beat, still pound

Karen Tribe

An obscure beauty.
(Taken on an adventure in Thailand)

There Are Lots of Rusty Barns in Iceland

photo courtesy of emma smith or jesse black. we are unsure. it’s in high-res though!

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Set ‘Em Wild



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Han-Guk / Black Rainbow

Tomorrow Forever.

Awake

 

TICK

      The clock pounds a rhythm,

      pulsating your eardrums,

      penetrating your senses

      piercing you awake.

TOCK

      A constant humming,

      the thrash of a drum

      rocking you deeper

      into consciousness

Up

      the volume swells.

      Crescendo, decrescendo,

      rapid jazzy fingers

      on a swinging chime.

Down

      the pitch plummets, the bass trembles;

      quivering and lashing,

      the gush and droning

      suffocates your mentality.

Inhale

      the perfume of shadows

      as the chasm creeps

      through a split in your curtains.

      You fasten them shut.

Exhale

       a slur of breaths,

       thrusting air over your tongue

      with an exasperated

      sigh.

RISE RISE!

Medium: Black and White Crayon on Paper

Audio Accompaniment – Hold My Hand – UNKLE

Forever Ago

Swimming in vast open seas, through space, noise & time
I find myself afloat, without struggle
As if all laws do not apply
A moment, is a day, is forever

Ten thousand pebbles,
their ripples all collide
Perfect waves & patterns
Like star-fields in the sky

And here am I; here are we.

The ocean seems so deep to us, but it’s nothing,
Compared to the sky
Which is nothing,
Compared to your eyes, when they light up at night
Despite your impaired peripheral vision,
The light seeps so bright

You are aglow with incandescent vitality
And intrinsic, inherent beauty
You are beaming with a natural radiance of intellectual acuity
Your body and mind suggest to me, without saying a word,
That this lifetime is everlasting

And your glasses look cute too.

I love when the snow lights up the night.

Finally, the quiet drive of Tavistock gets some real snow.

Niche

Niche

The rain had let up not too long ago;
The city was taking an exaggerated, porous breath.
I crossed at the lights; a courtesy wasted on an empty street.
A million imperfections dotted the soaked tarmac,
Like taste buds on a tongue,
Savouring the dirt amid the traction of my boots.

The last few hours were a blur of questionable decisions.
Coloured lights, stale residues, and hollow interactions,
All still on me, in me, or burned onto my retinas;
One of those nights that has you at its mercy.

I remember someone calling me handsome,
And as I caught my reflection in a tinted window,
I wondered whether I was— and where I was, as well.
I guess on a night like this, it doesn’t really matter.

Soon enough, the city turned back on,
Car after car, taking to the streets;
Blood-cells through dilated vessels,
Headlights harsh on dew-dampened roads,
Like upturned exclamation marks,
Punctuating the arrival of the dawn.

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This is my first post…  be gentle.

–ioni [kaleidoscopeflux.blogspot.com]

Sunbeams

Sunbeams Through the Trees

Daydreaming at the Income Assistance Office

I am born again.

Man made government is an opinion, a belief of authority which exists solely on the premises of its own inherent importance, which could be discontinued at any point. Man has become so enthralled with this superficial creation that he is losing sight of the very boundaries of both reality and reason. Does not the health of the planet take value and priority over the economy, another apparent creation of man to satisfy his intrinsic, programmed selfishness and greed, to which the conditions of the Earth and the human soul are immune? Does not the wind trespass upon every nation of the world, and receive no consequence for this? God, may you be kind and steadfast, for my heart is weak and I am only a child molded from the clay of the Earth.

cold is nonexistent.

click for hi-res.

heat exists.

click for hi-res.

Gladys

It is not easy being here.
I was actually doing this so innocently.
You could ask me anything.
Our world is made up of many struggles and hardships.
Life carries on and is actually a vicious cycle.
I will do my time and face the world with total boldness.

Hope you are doing okay?

The heat is kind of unbearable;
the Sun Shines with all it’s glory.

Where are you?

In a split second the weather changes.
There’s heavy downpour and I start to shiver
cos the rain brings a lot of cold.
It’s sort of having 4 seasons in a day.
It’s going on 15 years.
How could I not adapt.
In my room with 24 others,
I’m in my own world.

The sky in different hues
actually amazes me.
The moon is also my thing.
Please don’t cry softly.
Smile on thinking of me.
Though it is painful to be treated this way,
I know this nightmare will be over.
There is no budget for me to survive.

Can you hear me?

Everything around us is so beautiful.
Our creator is marvellous.

It is not easy being here.

I was actually doing this so innocently.

You could ask me anything.

Our world is made up of many struggles and hardships.

Life carries on and is actually a vicious cycle.

I will do my time and face the world with total boldness.

Hope you are doing okay?

The heat is kind of unbearable;

the Sun Shines with all it’s glory.

Where are you?

In a split second the weather changes.

There’s heavy downpour and I start to shiver

cos the rain brings a lot of cold.

It’s sort of having 4 seasons in a day.

It’s going on 15 years.

How could I not adapt.

In my room with 24 others.

I’m in my own world.

The sky in different hues

actually amazes me.

The moon is also my thing.

Please don’t cry softly.

Smile on thinking of me.

Though it is painful to be treated this way,

I know this nightmare will be over.

There is no budget for me to survive.

Can you hear me?

Everything around us is so beautiful.

Our creator is marvelous.

hellfest/wwjd bracelet

sinister sister

this is my sister. she's older than me.