I think I beat the Tempest on its way back home.

For it stopped to learn the things that it had never known.

Its Eye met mine and the world around me began to spin.

And in those momentary flashes of lightning I saw fear and curiosity

burning, and yearning for the answers as to why things are.

The Tempest howled at me for help,

but I stood trembling in the dark corner of a forgotten home.

Safe from its hurried breathing and frozen tears.

For I too had fears of what I would become.

But you should have heard its voice.

It was a booming and echoing wall of sound.

It pierced every heart that had potential to understand

and it annihilated every barricade that had been built across our land.

And in those bouts between Ego and Id.

Every brick and capillary shrunk and hid.

As I did.

Exhaustion set in and It no longer had the strength to learn or level the Earth.

Only enough for simple pleas of sympathy as its voice faded into horizons.

And with the last moments of life that it had,

it cried for its own mortality and the mortality of man.

~Roger Alexander Moreno

9.27.2009

The Ocean Floor

I found my way through silt and stone,

And everything I’ve ever known drowned on the ocean floor.

I lost my way through weeds and graves,

because these dark blue trenches all look the same.

I know now that the seas reflect nothing of the moon,

it’s just a game of push and pull that the tide will eventually prove.

Yes I know now.

These waves all sound the same because they call your name

I can’t take the blame for everything, We’ve changed

I tried to see your lies so hard I forgot to breathe.

You’ll see one day, my world was the better place.

Because I believe in unity.

You were inhaling the skies, the same air I despise,

I was drowning on your open shore.

You wanted to stay the same while I was starving for change,

I was sinking to the ocean floor.

You said I could be anything I pleased.

I, I swam too far into the reflections of stars.

The reef, it called me, it beckoned and pleaded,

that the, dark sea was exactly the change I needed.

But I don’t perceive what others see.

You were inhaling the skies, the same air I despise,

I was drowning on your open shore.

You wanted to stay the same while I was starving for change,

I was sinking to the ocean floor.

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Paramore - Use Somebody (Kings Of Leon Cover)

She never ceases to amaze me …

Even though its just a rough estimation...

These facebook stats have definitely picked up my mood. Let’s hope the last parts come true!!!!

I have 882 friends, 762 more than average. 46% are male, 54% are female. 356 are single, 360 are dating or married. If I contracted a deadly variant of flu, I would likely infect 17 people, 2 of whom would die…. If I died today, an estimated 741 people would try to attend my funeral. Based on my Facebook profile, I have a 97% probability of getting married. I am likely to earn US$2.7 million and have 2.9 children over my lifetime.

Midnight’s laughing at me again.

This time though I find myself lacking a cause.

She just points.

Her dark mane rippling and grasping in every direction,

like plantlife on the seafloor.

She tries to whisper her thoughts to me, and I’m not too busy to listen,

its just that her choice of topic is too broad for me to comprehend.

Maybe it just seems forced, and I’m kneeling here trying to reply for the sake of conversation.

The sake of my reputation.

Maybe even for self-preservation.

And this splitting migraine isn’t helping.

It’s not the type to dissappear with prescription pill or self-medication.

It’s the kind of trephination caused by finding something you know will never wrap your head around.

Just making space for voids and breaks in thoughts I thought I’d never waste.

Thank you Daniel from PlayRadioPlay.

I took...

I took the long way back to Rome.

Soaked in silence.

I.

Stood.

Still.

The trails had no boundaries,

and I much the same

saw no limits,

felt untamed.

Blue lights filled the air around me,

and I felt right.

Parallel, sweet parallel

I scorned your name and wished you well.

Voyages begun and I still stand.

Still.

You’re the only reason I forget to breathe.

A new poem. I haven't written in so long.

I’m biding my time.

support by support, nail by nail

I still stand frail in the face of uncertainty.

I put my all into each recipe, but somehow, something always tastes askew.

Every time I say a word, the letters fall from my lips like a rock to the bottom of a pond.

Slow and deliberate.

Finding their own perfect way to rest their heads.

Apparently I intimidate,

Vernacular and hobbies set aside,

I never meant to frighten or offend,

or try to pretend something I’m not.

I’m not.

Because...

Because of your wording,

your slander,

your teasing,

she grew up thinking I was the reason for her mistakes.

That I was at fault for her failing grace,

and I that I was the bad taste at the back of her tongue,

when he decided to leave her.

To this day her thoughts of me decay into wooden frames,

black and white with no captions or names,

just gathering dust on the tables next to her yellowing curtains.

Alone and withering,

Her jealousy, reeking and slithering,

she knows now what you made her out to be.

Bitter and old,

festering and cold,

She was the apple of my eye,

and now she’s your rotting apple,

lying under your infected tree.