My name is Casey

Like Most Revelations

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Richard Howard


You turn to me with frozen lips
Your hands are icy cold
Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky
You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight
Pale on the horizon,
Like leaves frozen on the snow
Our two shadows merge inseperably
And time stands still as its pierced with cold

The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you

There's a warmth in my heart
That haunts me when you're gone
Mend me to your side,
Never let go
So time knows nothing
We'll never grow cold
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette
How soon spring comes
How soon spring forgets
I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin
Old man winter, be our friend
Old man winter, be our friend
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
What's simple is true
I love you
I love you

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Sunday, September 26, 2004

 

I think I have come to realize my problem... the things I have felt; the things I am used to feeling, have changed.

My dad is different than he used to be, worse than ever. It's not frequency that has changed so much as brutallity. I can't ever remember my dad actually hitting me until recent times. I remember being pushed against walls and whatnot, but never the actual contact of a hand to anywhere on my body. And somehow, subtly, that's changed. I don't remember him ever leaving bruises on me, and today i have a line of 4 on one side of my neck, and one large on the other. That isn't normal... though it should be easy to explain.

He's becoming careless. I don't particularly wish to send my father to jail, but he's going to end up getting himself sent. I refuse to lie on his behalf. Yes, I'll nod along with their assertions, but I will not taint myself because he taints me.

I will not contribute to his undoing of my innocence...

I love you |4:24 PM