tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302779422011-04-21T11:02:08.048-07:00What life is this? Dehydrated of emotion. The incapacity to love. The rejection of hate. Sucumbing to all people and to all their disgusting ideas. A blank canvas. Not at all. Reused over and over, untill paint no longer adheres. The abortion of art. Death to the soul long before the body. The Deep cavity that once housed inner beauty is now crammed with all the nothings and empties of this world. What life is this?Daren luc Sasgesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30277942.post-1153254557100112252006-07-18T13:28:00.000-07:002007-03-30T19:11:28.371-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">Untitled</span><br /><br />June 1 2oo6<br /><br />The hours of my everyday<br />Drip sleepless from my eyes<br />Chapping my cheeks<br />They rush to the depths of dreams<br />Exhausted ideas<br />Reborn to nights fall<br />Falling out<br />And holding fast<br />They fight to be heard<br />To be realized<br />Missed conceptions<br />Looming over<br />My busy mind<br />Sleuthing for their chance<br />Trying hard<br />Harder<br />One moment amongst all moments<br />If only to rewind<br />And refind<br />A way to make themselves happen<br />Happen in the reality outside of me<br />Me<br />Dripping</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30277942-115325455710011225?l=darensasgesart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daren luc Sasgesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30277942.post-1151321709953321362006-06-26T04:31:00.000-07:002007-03-27T00:44:21.536-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Blood. A Memory My Lips Shall Not Forget</span><br /><br />June 26 2oo6</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Deep in my heart</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I wear no blood</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">smeered and dripping</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">all things in a wave across my face</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">reality hits the bridge</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">my nose broken</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and I am none of this</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I am all the tremors of my split lips</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">time goes passing on</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a moment of love</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">death is swift and silent</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">moving with grace</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">She leaves mercy to the dogs</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so I love the iron</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">warm and mine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">nothing is taken</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">all time rearanged and forgotten</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a heart forgets to love</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the blood will always flow</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">reluctantly</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I remember</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30277942-115132170995332136?l=darensasgesart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daren luc Sasgesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30277942.post-1151320000461809822006-06-26T03:58:00.000-07:002007-03-30T19:11:54.591-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">Dry Life</span><br /><br />March 10 2oo6<br /><br />life feels like a dry crack in the corner of my mouth </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >a split on the run </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >ripping across my every word </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >desert soaked in blood </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >vultures waiting for my decision </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >stalled redemption </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >kick starts my regression </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >depression </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >can't step forward </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >three steps back </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >the night goes down pale </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >morning ale </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >a freedom from free </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >boiled and spoiled </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >plans without strategy </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >i will never be the man i dreamt for me </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >me all by me </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >unfolding pain </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >again and again </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >remolding who i am</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30277942-115132000046180982?l=darensasgesart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daren luc Sasgesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30277942.post-1151318640719185212006-06-26T03:38:00.000-07:002007-03-30T19:12:24.107-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" >In-Flight Decision</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >April o7 2oo6<br /><br />our trip.<br />my trip.<br />is almost over.<br />half way home.<br />home?<br />a question posed.<br />emotion flows.<br />building till it breaks.<br />crash.<br />trying hard to catch a ride.<br />my body won't surf.<br />friends listen.<br />advice is given.<br />heart pumps fast fear straight to my head.<br />lungs hide in the open yard.<br />a troubled mind won't be alone.<br />the finca is full.<br />yet my dilema is unnoticed.<br />home?<br />unnable to think straight.<br />passion curves my soul around.<br />through uncertenty.<br />maz mescla y blocka.<br />friendships building.<br />teamwork makes the chickens proud.<br />to the edge goes my walk.<br />finding slums.<br />a place for the dark to love.<br />kisses on my cheeks.<br />understanding nothing that is said.<br />this old man is a cockroach.<br />welcomeing the smokes.<br />the cords.<br />distracting all in metaphore.<br />unable to think straight.<br />i hold the hand of life.<br />leads to answers already known.<br />a decision already made.<br />we find the way of growth.<br />in the face of fear.<br />burning life through the eyes in my heart.<br />flushing doubt from the viens of truth.<br />die tomarrow?<br />so i realize.<br />stick to what i know i feel.<br />feel i know it all inside my drive.<br />get on that bus.<br />and so i get off the bus.<br />truth reveals.<br />and i am reborn.<br />home.<br /><br />thanks, mom, dad, bob, steph, t.<br /><br /></span><div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30277942-115131864071918521?l=darensasgesart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daren luc Sasgesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30277942.post-1151318253571271572006-06-26T03:33:00.000-07:002007-03-30T19:12:54.127-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">Another Day Goes Bye</span><br /><br />June 1 2oo6</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >time slips past my face<br />eyes jumping back<br />forth<br />tying to find the seconds<br />the inbetweens<br />keeping myself busy<br />doing all the right things<br />what is good for me<br />healthy<br />my hands twirl the hours out<br />idle moments<br />many many<br />how does that work<br />when i am always up to a new task<br />do i have nothing to do<br />everthing to be done<br />minutes dripping from my cheeks<br />salted ideas<br />exhuasted dreams<br />flourishing within<br />a new day<br />starting from the start<br />never worked<br />for me<br />a new plan<br />a new night<br />a new life<br />ready to explode<br />get the show on the road</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30277942-115131825357127157?l=darensasgesart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daren luc Sasgesnoreply@blogger.com0