*~*Spill It.*~*
The grinding, the krashing, twisting, turning
The sweat covering my body,
I open my eyes to darkness.
I grasp, I rasp, I reach for that which I can not.
And I am still leaft alone to hy
Hopes, disires, dreams and dispare; solitude.
Without ears to hear them my words are
meaningless-empty.
But they continue to tear my soul apart,
My heart empty, souls desolate, my emotions lost.
I scream,
The tears burn through my skin like acid.
And my tears only feed the fire.
Breathing is the hardest thing to do.
***
~Written by Sarah Bugenske-Pooler & Christopher Alvino on 8-19-00~
Crimson skys settle beneath my eyelids,
Vivid details flood my mind,
Whispering secrets to my subconscience.
I gently skip the fine line drawn,,,
Between this reality, and a dream.
The levitating tracks of the lacy chimera rail away for the ending cremation sequence. Tense muscles, virulent glares, one more crack and then the smoke clears... Evolution has begun...again? Equal exchange for the dead, new living... New lives born dead, thus slowly generationg, synchronising to the neverending stiory of equal exchange, opposing opinions that both correct the viewers vision of the same realness, fullness, the dork and the light, on, off, its all the same!
~S.Bugenske-Pooler & Travis Nadeau~
Appocalypse
Corresponding dilations, sin in a bottle, stabbing bellyache spreading ink. all dull and meaningless on this early morning drive... and the geometry of your gleaming eyes and soft agressive browline...
~Travis Nadeau~
Baroque and decadent sex
Geminian wit, didactic policy
Egyptian dreams, whoo hoo!
Poiouse glances, vague glances,
meaningless microsecond love affairs,
could sould mates,
warm enemies,
hot forked destiny,
All this in twelve video tapes,
Tucked neatly away in the trunk of a Benfly.
~Travis Nadeau~
Signifigant trembling
Brings my senses around to this reality
this chapter of the story
this sentence of this story that you built around me
the very first word... that you said to me;
hello, do you know you
not anymore.
~Collaberative By Sarah & Rich~
Sept 2, 00
I watch them in silence, a faint smile on my face
Motion, hands, eyes, wantings
A subtle, unspoken, aged connection lies here;
One that dosent need words.
The first time meeting over: centuries
Lifetimes, dreams, generations; melt together with each look.
Rythem in time
Worth a million words or a million silences... shared.
Like a stone I sit
Veins of rock running through me
Memories flood my soul
Motioning me to find
What I see in them now.
~Collaberative By Sarah & Rich~
Sept 2, 00
I've fallen in love with you,
For all the right reasons.
But all those reasons are made wrong,
Because the possiblity; isn't.
~By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00
I was remembering your hands just now,
Small and magical.
They made your dreams, your fears...
Come alive in art.
They fed the fire of your passion.
I used to watch you...
Not minding...
Falling deeper in love with you...
Seeing what you heald inside so gracefully come out onto paper.
~By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00
I reached for your chapstick...
Putting it to my lips, I become aware of the silliest thought...
As I put it on... I pretend,
That it was your lips sliding gently over mine.
I imaginesd the wetness was from your mouth.
I rubbed my lips together and capped the chapstick.
And I couldent believe what just went through my mind.
~By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00
In the Dark
Have you ever thought about kissing me...
As I have about you.
It could be a possiblity.
But first it must be a thought.
Right?
~By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00
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