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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Monday, January 31, 2005

 

Why am I being so manic? I'm not acting like myself and I know it.. I'm watching myself with the cool detachment of someone a million miles away, laughing at my stupidity. I feel no pain for the girl I watch. I used to feel embarrassed for her.

So very manic. Obsessively performing my piece again and again and again.

Know thou sad sir
Know thou sad sir
Know thou sad sir

Emphasis. EMPHasis. EmphAsis. EmphaSIS. Left step, no right step, no hold still, hands in front, behind, in hair, at chest, down straight, reaching out

Trying and trying and trying to seem real

Rings a bell, somehow.

Tie my hair up. Pull it down. To one side. To the other. Curly? Straight? Lip gloss?

I'm pathetic. Sometimes, I suppose, especially after a period of malnutrition, my mind just shuts down and won't allow for anything but vain and stupid thinking.

I understand Tamora. I understand her hate for this man she's trying to seduce, the cruelty of her persona but the insecurity that lies within. I understand her manipulation. I can show that. I CAN.

It's strange now that I'm paying attention to what I'm doing. no homework. no debate. poetry, feed my poetry and literature and intellect. feed me instantaneous gratification that I don't have to learn, I just have to understand. My sex drive has gone way up, I find it hard to concentrate.

You know, in the old days I would call this an "up cycle"... apparently thinking was depressing. I'm not sure.

I'll have to be more careful. I'm slacking. I will not give them ammunition.

I love you |9:30 PM