Transcendence |
do not . . . . . compensate . . . for . . . . the pain . . . . do not . . . . . compensate . . . for . . . . the pain . . . . do not . . . . . compensate . . . for . . . . the pain . . . . do not . . ...
Posted by Deteriorate on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 04:22:00 PST |
Light |
i love my airy self
with vision through closed lids
and welcoming surprises of "pleasure" and "pain"
with supple appeal to all sensations
and breathing the rhythm of my life's s...
Posted by Deteriorate on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 04:11:00 PST |
stage 3 |
For the first time, I felt pain,
i can feel my body but i cant feel my mind
for the first time, I felt relief,
i can feel my body but i cant feel my mind
and for the first time, I felt sad.
...
Posted by Deteriorate on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 10:20:00 PST |
intangible savior |
i can't convince myself that he is there. have i no faith, or am i just forgetful. who will i live for until i am saved. let me ignore my mind until i am immersed in white light...
Posted by Deteriorate on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 03:05:00 PST |
Combustion in my Head |
I am the next stage of evolution. My body will be mechanized. My actions will be optimized. Every process I encouter wil be instantly analyzed.
I know how to make myself strong...
Posted by Deteriorate on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 09:45:00 PST |
blindness |
My eyes have gone bad.
Of all the distorted images, the most fearsome is my own reflection.
Posted by Deteriorate on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 12:20:00 PST |
Ropes |
Can I be addicted to self control?
Can I be addicted to your control?
Submission.
Without your domination, I am sloppy and clumsy; incapable of living for myself.
I need you to be my master....
Posted by Deteriorate on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 07:01:00 PST |
voyage |
Glorious land I spy through my telescope. For my entire life I have been sea sick, and once more permanent relief is in the question. In lackadaisical seek of my own paradise, I am guilty of straying ...
Posted by Deteriorate on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 11:58:00 PST |
Solidify |
Lugging my lethargic legs up the stairs to my lonely lairMy body, a mass of clay, bloats and stiffens more and more each dayTingly muscular dystrophy offers my will a choice: to fight or to surre...
Posted by Deteriorate on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 11:57:00 PST |
Gauze |
How I love to look inside my skin, my infected skinI feed the wound bacteriaI never wash my handsIt is my secret openingHow excited I become to envision it spreading to, peeling away, and deterioratin...
Posted by Deteriorate on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 08:52:00 PST |
