Going Japanese?

So...I have a new obsession. Meet R. Roland Kelts. Roland Kelts came to speak today at my University about about his new book JapanAmerica. I think i am in love with Roland Kelts. He's tall and distinguished in his "I've seen the world" manner. And when my eyes meet his every 3 minutes of his lecture, i knew the feeling was mutual. When he touched my hand and introduced his self, I saw the light of inspiration in his eyes. A light only writers and artist have. Such a nice gentleman he was. I'd hop over to Japan just so we can drink sake and green tea together and he can show me his nan no for his ta tame already intrigues me. I wonder what's really hidden beneath that crisp pinstripe button up and wonderfully pressed black slacks. His teethe where the perfectly imperfect, crooked, and tinged by coffee and what I suspect are cigarettes. Oh how wonderful we could be together dashing around the world in a flurry of sexual lust, contentment with the occasional discussion of philosophy and why I prefer Sylvia Plath over Frank O'Hara, the talentless ass. We can discuss his new book and how his secretive mother wont tell him about her time spent hiding in bunkers underneath the paper and wood houses as America firebombed her city. Then we'll sleep, wake up and explore all over again.

Bus Musings

 Today was a day much like the last and yet it was unusually different. School is coming to an end and I had a talk with a fellow classmate about how quick the year went by. I agreed. It did seem to go by rather quickly. But for some reason, as I sat in my seat on my 1 and a half hour bus ride, I felt as if that moment, that scene, that one breath, would last forever. Time slowed, and it seemed as if my moment would last an eternity. What did this mean? Is it just some odd event that has no meaning, or is it something different? Something bigger? Something more of the soul than of the minds comprehension? Is it that time is slowing down for me to finally take that glance around my life and smell the proverbial roses, or is time really slipping away from me, out of my fingers, and it was my subconscious trying to tell me? Or am I just making more out of a simple situation?

If time is really slipping away from me as I do predict, how do I stop it? Is there a way to pull it back to me? Is there a time machine that I can use to get my time back? What do I really want back? The happy moments of frolicking with my friends during a time when things were not as complicated? Or do I want back the moments of my life that I messed up and wish to redo? But if I redo these moments, how will I learn to be who I am today, if there are no mistakes for me to learn from? Why am I even thinking about all this shit?

Why do I look at the pedestrian on the street and wonder what their life is like? I tend to look at the lonesome old woman slowly making her way down the bus steps to the street filled with yelling youth and wonder…what does her life consist of? Is she happy? Does she have people who lover her? Who has forgotten her? That leads me to wonder who has forgotten me? Who have I forgotten?

Life just brings a lot of questions to mind, questions that I will never have answered. Oh well.

Evil Love

This evil love is blinding

Blinding by his soul to see

The pain and anguish he gives to me

I am to have sweet misery

Hiding behind my darkness gold

Lies and lies and more lies told

To fight the truths terror hold

And did he who with his smokey veil

Try to love with no avail

And did this loves drug alter the mind

Am I now to be forever blind?

And as I bleed out to his cutting away

He screams out forever for me to stay

What deadly demons in black

Hide behind my beautiful mask

As I will them to go away

I will it all away

For a I cannot stay

I will it all away

For this evil love

Will lead me to my grave

For I cannot see

Evil does come my way

Perfect Perfect forever love

Beautiful skin as a dove

And did she care for did his stare

Mind his self he did not dare

To weep for her as she did die

Dieing by the bad blood inside

And did her mind cease to think

As she drowned her self in a bathroom sink

And as her mind began to fault

Broke the sinews of her heart

As she willed it all away

I will it all away

For I cannot stay

I will it all away

For this evil love

Will lead me to my grave

For I cannot see

Evil does come my way

I will it all away

For I cannot stay

I will it all away

For this evil love

Will lead me to my grave

For I cannot see

Evil love will never go away

Brown Pools

I stare up into your deep brown pools
As your liquid diamond words flow through my ears
Wishing to disappear in your sensual kiss
Hoping for one more chance to bask in you

Bestow upon me the crown jewels of your affection
From head to toe shower me in nectar kisses
From deep within ignite feelings of passion so molten
Primal instincts take over us as you ravage my virginal body
Like a starving man to his best and only meal

Give into me all of you and make me whole
We meld and fuse, becoming one, forming a link inseparable
Feel the stars explode, the mountain erupt
Animal like ecstasy drives us to scream

Shout to the heavens, cry out our love my darling
Etch our names into the limestone of Aphrodite’s backside
Inside of us the sun will burn and the light will blind
I allow it to consume us both as a sweet release lingers in the cool night air

I cry out to you, my love, my darling
Take me, ravage me
Drown me in your brown pools
Take me, ravage me
And surrender into seraphim arms

Welcome to the Cynically Silver

This is my brand new blog to publish my work and speak my mind. Some will be poetry, some will be stories, some will be musings. Let's see where things take us and get this started off the right way, shall we?