Friday, February 18, 2005

Touched Lips

The night sets its jaw.
Outside feel the press of desires and fears.
Wanting and not wanting.
The odds and the evens.
Have’s and have to’s.
Many more than there were before.
The same music flowing. Secrets being whispered.
Too easy to experience now what used to never even be know.
There is a flip side. Always is.
Break in the warranty.
Tear at the edge of the smirk.
The real world.
Isn’t really as real as it was thought to be.
From a spartan way of living, or rather not maybe, to this cold water on the nuts way of sudden awakening.
Now wondering if awoken from one haze into another.
The question is if it is better this way or the other?
Maybe I need to relax, let my brain uncoil.
Screw it.
If I am happy, why bother with questions of real or unreal, right?
I know why.
Moments forgetting their start.


Blogger Kezza said...


i don't know...


simmer, simmer, simmer...?!

February 18, 2005 at 8:26 PM  
Blogger Falling Petals said...

I guess Congratulations are in order?

February 19, 2005 at 12:32 AM  
Blogger Sugar said...

hmmm "questions of real or unreal" love that...and your right (of course) if it feels good then its gotta be real, right?

February 19, 2005 at 4:12 AM  
Blogger bou said...

hey Rex...cum back to my blog and type some more dirty to'll help with brain uncoiling and screwing it...

February 19, 2005 at 4:54 AM  
Blogger Leviathan said...

Thats downright sexy!
Surreal. You remind me of, uh, me!

February 19, 2005 at 7:16 AM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

sometimes I'm torn between what path I should be on. For a long time I've been torn between either being a soldier or trying to help people in a more peaceful way, such as through medicine. In a way, I'm undecided as to how I should live my life. I've always been understanding, and caring...always knowledgeable about things which I have no right to be knowledgeable about, people always trusting me...trusting me not to lead them down the wrong path.....but how am I suppose to help them find their destiny, their path, when I don't know what I'm suppose to do in life? What's my destiny? And I fear that I may never know. That's my blessing and my curse.

February 19, 2005 at 5:40 PM  
Blogger saby said...

hey Bou

Rex is kinda busy these days
he is chasing my girls

i cud substitute for him

February 20, 2005 at 12:27 AM  
Blogger themadamefiles said...

Wow.Amazing poem.
Are we on the same path of melancholia?
What's up in the Canadian air??
Shit is happening...

February 20, 2005 at 4:42 AM  

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