Earth&Moon: part3
How is it that Mountains, that eventually crumble and erode, are unmoved by the moon?
Why don’t trees stretch out taller reaching for the pale warmth of la luna?
Why doesn`t the sand float upwards to the mystical celestial body?
Then there’s the Sea, the only one that lunges forward at the sight of even a crescent.
The wreckless sea:
he who drowns mere mortals
he who thrashes upon cities wiping everything away
he who spits out whales onto shores in fury
he who brings ships to it’s depths for eternity
is weak & oh so helpless when facing the moon.
Love is a haphazardly curious thing.
Breathe it in
Oh October air
and I, we share
a love hate relationship.
I adore it
for its romance:
for its love nibbling breezes
for the way the wind plays with my hair
for the way it kisses my nose
for the way it makes my cheeks blush.
It consumes me.
It wraps me up,
in scarfs
in layers
in wool coats
in bundles of blankets
in intimate tamed fires.
My soul is ablaze with the forests.
I fall into a slumber of complete awareness.
I despise it
for its romance:
for the way love lingers in the city
for the way couples share tea indoors
for the way gentleman share their coats
for the way couples cuddle frequently.
It isolates me.
It traps me up,
in thoughts
in memories
in desires
in jealousy
in my loud longing.
My mind taunts me like playful wind.
I awaken to a common, loyal loneliness.
Oh October air
and I, we share
a hate love relationship.
Jeux d’enfants
[as Julien is fleeing from the police] “Sophie was back in the game! Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas’s trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford’s beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates’ fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger’s testosterone shots, Pam Anderson’s lips! Woodstock, raves… Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life!”
-Julien
true romance
I believe the earth to be the most romantic thing. I can’t help but fall in love with a piece of it everyday more and more. My love for it is as endless as the universe and I overfill with complete happiness if I’m to think of more than one part of it’s beauty- it’s almost unbearable.
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