Febbraio 2010
wolf pit
you man, you beast
i accept your hunger from the clasp of winter into spring
i am the moon to which you howl
and the listener of the treasure in your chest
but i digress into a watcher of many moons.
yet whenever we part, you and i
your scent has stained my threads
and i revel in your smell, licking the air
craving the source of this primal lust.
you have made a little beast in me arise
...
some boy you are to take me by the hand through...
"innocence targeted, whose god is this?"
It’s been difficult for me to express myself in prose form recently, getting my feeling out through poetry was a better current to follow. Recently I haven’t been feeling like myself. The world’s become a bit colder for a me, a bit more lonely. It’s amazing how a secret can poison you at the roots and spoil everyday tasks because you’re mind is elsewhere....
memory loss
as the elements part, this toxic rises
a mist of the future, split-tongued and metallic
the blood of the sky falls red & black on my eyes
if i held this mistake i wonder how i’d recover
would you recover to cover me?
to be covered from this sin would be great
we could go on a moral vacation
my illness is sensory overload, cancer of the imagination
gluttony of the visual kind
i...
The day creativity died.
Today, a little warm spot in my huge heart has grown cold. Today, a fucking legend died. Today, the world has been left with a lot less magic to distract us from our woes. Alexander McQueen committed suicide and was found today in his apartment in London. I obviously never knew him, yet I somehow feel punched in the emotional gut. His vision was so brilliant, the kaleidiscope of creative output...
to you, Antwerp
perhaps, someday on the streets of belgium i will see you
drowned and doused under the city lights with you
perhaps in private quarters i could ribbon myself around you
looking under your icy blue skin, watching your breath flow evenly
your body is a marble base, forested with trees of poetry made from black ink
-it is the most white ghost-
maybe i could kiss you, brushing velvet lips to...
Sometimes I get angry (at Vanity Fair).
So, Yahoo.com recently posted this article: THIS which discussed the lack of diversity in Hollywood. I suggest “you” read it and meditate on your findings. Being the gentile-homme that I am, I composed a letter to the editor to express my feelings. A reply to the editor is listed below.
To the Editor, My name is Joseph Weeks and I’m a student pursuing a degree in vocal...
