CabriO, cabrio of darkened blue
blue like the bruise your absence brought
blood-broken beating of blood-blackened heart grown dark in the hour since you failed to start

O Rejected one, by all but one
Losing the longing to leap to life
Leaving your Love alone in strife
to the raging road or the gypsy knife

Waking from death, yet unwilling
Weak, worn, and weary your wires unfurled
Happiness along with time you’re killing
Volks-waging war on the world.


(written for a friend years ago, uncovered while going through boxes of junk, preserving for posterity)

This makes me so happy.  I want it on a flag on the back of my (nonexistent) pickup.

(via marissa1982)

mjanetmars:

Hello! I did a pixel art GIF of the great guitarist and composer Trey Spruance from Secret Chiefs 3.

!!!!!

eggnog in the nick of time for Russian Christmas.

Kahlil Gibran, from The Broken Wings (Citadel, 2003) 
(via metaphorformetaphor)

There are reasons I stopped reading Gibran.  He has ways of messing with my head.

(via librarienne)

ilikejulia:

Whatever harm I may have done
In all my life in all your wide creation
If I cannot repair it
I beg you to repair it,

And then there are all the wounded
The poor the deaf the lonely and the old
Whom I have roughly dismissed
As if I were not one of them.
Where I have wronged them by it
And cannot make amends
I ask you
To comfort them to overflowing,

And where there are lives I may have withered around me,
Or lives of strangers far or near
That I’ve destroyed in blind complicity,
And if I cannot find them
Or have no way to serve them,

Remember them. I beg you to remember them

When winter is over
And all your unimaginable promises
Burst into song on death’s bare branches.

“A Short Testament” by Anne Porter

amen.

(via marissa1982)

gelatinadeleche:

Peach Palette

make-up or processed meats, you decide.

(via northw0man-deactivated20201019)

(via marissa1982)