Introspective: An Existential Rap

Sitting in a little place known as Smoke Park,
Sucking on the blunt while I read Jean Paul Sartre.
Don’t know what he means by existence
Precedes essence.
It means I’m born without meaning,
So throughout life I be feening,
For what I be seeking,
Looking for the path,
I don’t know what I have.
It’s time to experience life,
Though suffering may be a strife.
It’s only through experience, I can tell
That you’ll be able to find your true Self. [Read more…]

All All Mine

Beautiful picture:

The curve of your head
The flicker of your heart.
You’re mine, all mine
But only for now.

I’m glad to say goodbye,
Except that you can’t hear—
Your ears are small, so small
And buried so deep.

Deep inside, deep inside
I’ll keep it all inside my mind
Not a word and not a tear
Just my secret—

Mine, all mine.

Poem by E.A.

It’s like hearing the right words and wishing you had said them.
And it’s like wanting to be a writer because writing is beautiful, but I can see the divide now
Do you see friend that we’re matter, we’re just made of matter.
I’d always thought you needed both but it has to do with changing forms.
The matter we exist in is the only one worth trying to understand, and we are so much less transitive than we think we are.
And I have found that there is nostalgia in questions the way there is in winter and piano keys. And we only ask the same questions, from the point that we are old enough to be conflicted.
I have been old enough to be conflicted for far too long.
And the strangest part is that no part of me is definitive
If I knew how to collect my thoughts,
I would not write.

Poem by E.D.

Smiles of an Aztec

Pretty pools swirling paints
On stained hands strong and skilled
A magical mind captured by body’s constraints
A brimming cup of life was filled
You stood tall as timber [Read more…]

No Asterisk

It was a six-needled asterisk above our heads: race, class, gender identity, immigration status, distance, and one more that’s harder to place

The distance I never minded, because we emailed empathy, Skyped seduction, texted tenderness and phoned in flirtation [Read more…]