James

Overlooking the silence
from a window on the 3rd
floor

the snow is falling and the trees
are flowering with the flurries that
stick in the branches which shoot up diagonally
as if to embrace

this moment

is not one for humans
Tonight the world has decided to shut down the
show

Ambience surrounding Brooklyn
set by a dim light that appears
slightly higher than the apartments

This is as quite as New York will ever be

We remember that we are but footnotes
We should remember more often

because all we ever have is each moment in between
This momentary existence
that is shared, is all that life truly is

Your Successes
Your Failures
Your Paycheck
and Your Pretention

it means nothing

In the end… even the history books will burn

and this place will go on just fine with out any of us

You see people everyday
in passing or
maybe in stasis

You think this is mundane..
always looking forward or looking backards..
looking forward to looking backwards
but one day in one of these moments
it will end

and others around you will remember the moments shared
Whether with happiness or sadness
or
both

the human mind is not a book
it will always die
but it will never burn away
because we were there
and we felt it

foreign friends, new year, new city, janky ladders and sketchy powerlines, combos and rooftops.. barriers and skylines. Hello 2011, you dirty animal

I have experienced the inspired
and lately
the uninspired
as well

It’s a hard drink to swallow
and most people wait for the
weekends

You pay a lot
to pay to vent

but the voices drown out the taxi honking and
the music and the girls might sooth your growing collection of
frustrations

It’s hard to believe it
when you don’t see
shit
happening

From the people who are supposed to be the real deal

The arrogance gets ignited easily
late at night
on a Thursday

But, that’s not a problem because this is
New York City
and the only people that seem to be getting paid
also seem to be
Assholes

I’ve lived here for 5 months
I hope after 5 more
I can sell you some bullshit too

That will be 60 Thousand Dollars

Dr.

for better or worst, this is it

Things are simpler to start
then to
finish

That’s obvious

but not always true in
practice

this hemisphere of the world
begins
to get colder
and hopeful thoughts left at
unrest

the static of gas in the pipes
is the muzak to the dreams of the night

and the dreams for the days bring the dynamic to this
life

the movements in time seem to matter less to me
then the movements in place
from the influence of discrete thought
the seconds tick
easily

the winter talks me down when I feel this way
the leaves of extraordinary can blow away
and each individual is left to reevaluate and reemerge
at the turn of this world

he said to me
in the bar

to withdraw from the vibrance for pursuit of inner detail
“it is the other hemisphere’s time to display”

and because we spin,
things come around
even if the leaves look a different shade in the
spring

You are weird!

and so am I

Isn’t that why you are looking at a screen to provide yourself with more
information
that will hopefully make your life better?
or get you laid?

same in the same

unless you make mistakes
but that’s cool too

mistakes made are better than sitting in your room alone

There is really nothing out there
the best thing you ever share with someone is all that life is

that is this odd fucking purpose

to share something

and even though most people can’t share anything

or be aware of it at least..
that is all that some people do

hang out and make noises that are understood by the masses and taken down in
a small book that someone called the dictionary

I like making up my words because everyone else did

I don’t feel like they can
and so I shouldn’t

they are me and I am them

and for all fucks purposes my words could be better if you would believe it
the magic of the old world is that
the lack of information was a gate way for the intelligent to flood

In today’s lcd generation the information so far exceeds the power of anyone that actually proposes anything beneficial

so go fuck yourself and go to sleep for ever

Rats Under Riches

Do you hear it?
Shifting leaves of the fig trees below
Instead of above like they used to be
Shifting under me before there is sleep
To short to reach my window

Augmented by the mechanical inhabitants of the night time streets

There is a certain growling in the heart of the animal that lives beneath the roots
A conductor pilots the passing hiss and screech

Everything slightly backwards
But never-ending

It is dark as night could ever hope to be
on the pavements that find themselves surrounded
and
it is light as day once was
under the ground

The passengers wear their heartbeats on their wristwatches
The children play their games on their phones

No one talks
only the crazy smile
with teeth reflected in the darkness of glass between the exits

Everyone is going somewhere
dying encaged animals in a steel cart
speeding towards a silent end

The older dwellers close their eyes
They don’t remember the light
They know their time has passed
and now it is time to wait

At the platform the young bolt up the stairs
Looking for escape from a certain death
Some get away

The rest remain in the worlds largest mass grave for the rest of their lives.

This place might just be the right kind of crazy