the view from the lowdive

Anonymous asked: would you ever maybe perhaps consider posting a text or video of that poem you used to perform circa 2010(??) that involves watching the sunset (sunrise?) with a friend, and the line ¨i chose you, motherfuckers¨. i know i'm really creepy but that poem was rad and i think about it sometimes

Sweeeeeeeeet.   I may actually be making a video for “Hover” soon.  I’ll try and put the text up when Im home as well.

thank you for reaching out!

Bill is anonymous.
He stands for all glory and no recognizable consciousness.
We believe he is a feat upon all
masteries of solitude and a
belligerance for the void.

Holy crazy bill,
biting at the dishwasher
humanity spring with always
love as humanities spring
and destined to be precious
as i careen a valley of god send,
in shadows likely to be forgotten
in my death.

I am a young juxtoposition,
I am living and dying,
I am abolished from him
upon the cloak of eyes I adore.
Make the feast less,
Allow me time to conquer
dont squel me ephemerally like
the pigged division of gaw
deathbed futility of drench
incomprable plainness of dying,

I have made a friend that is small
and adorned in all grievances
of the photograph and failed
distillations

As always until I die
I carry on the memory of him
as simply a straw pull
gave me a longersway. 

reading over my tumblr.. i think its good the rapping phase is over

The Update Update Show

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIIiFDhCJaw

Blush one, with aim of
sacrament, as you a
swirl in cheek of god,
can there be such a
kiss as your body? What
grace is known by
you, what else dispersed
when from heavenly
convoy you arrived?

Answerless, do not fear,
you, without virginity,
still innocent fawn.  Forever,
sprite and destiny, intuitive grace.
plush rose of heaven, boquets
danced and bestowed in all the rooms.

I have for you, in a bottle,
perchance on the wind, a yell
up vent in too strong labyrinth,
a priceless, as you know, precious
request of the bewailed.

For you see, bringer of love,
lamp of embered flame
with chomp and will to blaze,
cup of purest water, sea
in hands as you bless
to foreheads, and smeared:

There are those of us,
who stare in truthful rooms,
with outlets, wires,
dim or no light, movies of
damp colors, old, since unimagined,
with penchant awe our eyes
like lamps. Heroes
earn favor or all the same,
no bodily salvation for a
neglected Danny Rose,
as battered we haunch
in mirror and question
are we still seraph?
Were we? Are we dastardly rod,
are we merely dingy
with no ounce of any to
be such a minceful
part of your divinity and
blessed hilt and spine?

Fawn, woman, with chest
of breathe, heaving tabernackle,
in moment, say a prayer
for us, for those not present,
nearly everytime, mutter it
aloud, carve it with your nails,
exhale it fully down a hollow vent.

I haven’t known soft lips in many months.
The cared for asses flat, mine sits upon the front.
In death, in death, indeath, im sure it all
seems but a dream, but i haven’t dreampt
of death at all, your eyes is all i’ve seen.

Nameless yes, but time to time, I set you for a day.
promptly then, in another form, you steal yourself away.
How can I know you then? If you wish to run about?
When your hazel eyes turn brown again, I crash in awe,
you walk right out. 

On behalf of men I propose
To crown queen atop king and all,
I wish to bow to every dame, tip my hat
from wall to wall.

In humble praise of you,
as you dart appirate and stealth,
every footfall, ground I’ve kissed,
hoping to see you in good health.

Addicted

Cranford blues, tennebaum cordial

Oh I don’t see why you say,

my jacket too must be sand.

I dont deny ya babe,

It’s cost a lot to live fast.

Do you wonder if that

hat trick past the gorge

looks outlandish?

And Gatsby crashes in lines how bland,

Neither and poor the dearest nearly erased again. 

In hollow hour after deport

the soul requests to

have no cell of civil war in self. 

Habble-backin on the side strand,

given the runaround on sicker crazy. 

Delila, pliable moment of peace,

we are humble servants to mote

of phrase while time moves

with your persona.