Archive for January, 2009

this is the morning where we woke up in love and fantasized about the suburbs

Posted in advice, does anyone even know what love is?, glory in the overlooked, is it really real? on January 25, 2009 by tony saputo

and this is the morning where everything exploded
we woke from our hapless, untouchable dreams
to yawn in the glory of it all
the sensation of the falling leaves turned upside down
drifting upward forever
the forgetting of the branches and trunks that rooted us solid
the ideas of a free world, free love, free lives, and freedom stopped being reasoned and started being felt

it is odd the shit has to be taught
if Grassley knew a thing or two i am sure he would agree.

on the other side of town there is a woman waking up in a few hours
who says she is the most free of us all
but the pulse is weaning on that lifeline
the lifeline she can never come to answer
the renditions of an arrested development sworn by my heart and eyes
and all i have ever felt and wept through
has been instilled for all my years
i was born with an exploding heart
and soured by an impending distrust
the pulse is beating on the lifeline
and the rest of the world cannot come to answer
meanwhile, we are rising in air and currents
weeping in utter joy,”no one save us, we have saved ourselves.”

and one day that woman, these children of fermentation and dark alleys, the clock on the wall, my sorrows will have realized their purposes and importance
these will answer this line, cold, limp, and weathered.
only to hear no calling or answer, but the silence will tell them it has been too late

i would easily sacrifice this life for anything good and true
why am i still here…why are you so hard to find
as my hands encased in the lines and wires of holding on and evolution
let me expire in this passion, just so i could die for something i believe in
just so i could die for us all

call me horrible, but i am fucking alive
and at least i am fucking trying…

so what’s been going on???

Posted in lost in these purposes and collecting ours, what the hell is wrong with me?, what the hell is wrong with us on January 20, 2009 by tony saputo

underwater and balancing

so submerged in this life
all focus and sight on the surface
an hourglass of light and fluctuations
certain of suffocation
i am peeling off everything weighing me down

all in all, i am sorry i am not there for you all…
but i cannot let myself drown

gone

Posted in exploding heart, glory in the overlooked, heartbreak on January 15, 2009 by tony saputo

and this is the other day
the past awakening and beginning anew
but stop, what is anew?
is not a new form something different and thriving with its soul delved deep into evolution?
should i not be experiencing something more glorious or devastating than ever before?

but nothing new is here…

i exist in a lonely corridor, exempt from the successions of these sun sets,
and as much as you may say the contrary, this really is me…
broken, agoraphobic, full of untrust, swearing on the breath i wake upon
knowing damn well what i have done.

this is the part where the hero dies and the purpose is revealed.
for i have been fucking only demons while in love with angels.
as for that angel only a few last dying words mutter out,
“the only thing more beautiful than her smile, is her soul.”

it is said we all want what we cannot have
all i want……. is gone.

all words no mouth

Posted in glory in the overlooked, lost in these purposes and collecting ours on January 6, 2009 by tony saputo

it is not often we visualize our dreams and overcome these tidy misconceptions
but i am a very ill partner indeed.

i see and feel these missing moments with every beat and sigh
and my soul calls these intentions forward

all it can take is the album of a kind soul
and the beauty of that one smile

all the things in my world
and i cannot set together even a face

Snore

Posted in Uncategorized on January 3, 2009 by jigsaw rhetoric

i was awakened by a dear friend
who was snoring in head
ignoring them, i fell back to sleep
in order to explore
behind unopened doors waiting to be unhinged
concealing many riddles
about my life and my death
i reached up inside the goddess’ womb
as she materialized before me
behind this door i had discovered
a new way to treat ladies
pulling her hair and caressing her chest
while waiting to advance and inhale her breath
my dear friend’s snore abruptly cancelled
the remainder of this trip
but back to sleep i went
searching further for a dream
reflecting the intentions
of this existence