"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

17 January 2012

Smoke and Mirrors

A poetic attempt from a few years back I recently came across and felt the need to inflict;

Gazing into the smoke filled shadows
marionettes on severed strings,
A reflecting pool
of liquid mercury,
While away the phantasm moments
for a single glance,
A puppy dog
looking for a bone

Whispers in the snow
warm thoughts on cold nights,
Hopes and dreams
written in invisible ink on bare skin,
In a single moment
the whole of eternity is beheld
All it is
is a series of moments,
Time is smoke and mirrors
glitter and glass,
Grasp too hard
and it will slip past

Hide and wait
hope and prey,
That's the deal
that's the way...-17, January 2007


  1. "Hopes and dreams
    written in invisible ink on bare skin..."

    A while back you said in a comment that you weren't romantic. Yeah, right.

  2. I like it.
    On a completely different note, I was watching History the other day and learned that you can use milk as invisible ink. (probably not on the skin, though. Better to stick to parchment.)