Emptiness

Day 126
Originally uploaded by Laura Mazzaro

If souls are infinite,
With no beginning and no end,
Are not they inexistent, too,
At least by description?

As Page and company once put it: "In through the out door."

Day 125
Originally uploaded by Laura Mazzaro

Those on deathbeds, why so grave?
You whimper to deaths door
Don't you recall our brazen steps
Crossed through it once before?

Voices wailing, fists sailing,
We hated going through,
Leaving behind what makes us whole,
A fault we've long since rued

So there’s no cause to dread the day
We’re back in Nirvana;
We’re lying there outside this dream—
And simply must wake up

Weeds and Deities

Originally uploaded by Laura Mazzaro

When I was but a sprouting seed,
My elders spoke to me
About my spiteful tendency
For selfishness and greed

They viewed all life as darkness, grim,
And blindly inching on—
Forgetful of when they were young
Soft orbs above the lawn,

Before the earth’s great gusts of gale,
Or Gods’ limbs swinging free,
Had struck them on their precious crowns,
Which burst like white-light seas

After that day they soon believed
A savior from the skies
Would pluck them and few others up
To always please his eyes

And beautiful though this did seem,
Sad thoughts perturbed my brain,
For countless stalks surround my own,
Many slim, with fairer manes,

Who’d never had the benefit
Of losing all their pep,
And, if this savior came for me,
Would fall beneath his step

So I’ll live on just loving and
Not thinking of such a day,
For if it comes, I’d best remain
To pray for those in the way

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Originally uploaded by Laura Mazzaro

City flashes,
Lightning crashes,
My heart jumps
Less for the latter

For structured stars,
Lit titans and cars,
Say we are surviving
Together

Seen from afar
Our dirty night’s scar
Says we will live on
Forever

The edge where the light stops

Originally uploaded by Laura Mazzaro

Singsong
Crank it up—
Oblivion draws near

Gossamer blush,
No need to rush—
Content, we’ll listen here

For like the groom,
Thinking honeymoon
—So little left to hide—
We youth in bloom
Breathe in your fume—
And take it all in stride

Summer Hum

Can you hear the murmur churning,
Emerging like the stars,
Springing forth on flower buds—
Born is the summer hum

Feel seductive vibrations,
Kneading hope onto your skin
An offer for beginning—
Soak it up and start again

Sensible f-bombing

Hey! Big man!
Affluent, mighty,
How the fuck
Are you still living?

You! Suffocating
Anemic, faint orphans,
Trying so desperately to live,
Why the fuck
Aren't you dead?

You! Who Maximize gains
While your sheep
Maul their own flesh
To keep children warm

You! Who pile
Endlessly
Useless shit onto your
Fleeting mound of depravity

You! Who laugh
Demonically inside
While perverting prophetic words
For your benefit

Let us quicken your decent!
Let us dynamite that hole to hell,
You so fervently dig!
Again!--and Again!--and Again!--
Certainly--you'd appreciate it

Motions

Images stamped
On translucent black tape,
Rippling on brain waves

The camera rolls, unending

You live—normal—
Fostering fetishes,
Sinning under streetlight
As passerby feint innocence

The camera rolls—

You smoke love
And greedily blow rings
Around what you crave—
Whom you crave

The camera rolls—

You dance,
Hands tight to the pole,
Watching moments mount moments
As others frame you
Into their lives—
Their lenses wide with villainy

No one directs—
The set was thrown
Under your feet

No one cares
That you spoil
Reel after reel
Of precious film
With toxic negligence
—No one cares—
That your camera rolls, unending

A sad condition.

Cars flood streets.
Diamonds cut deep.
Sadly! —tattoos
Aren’t lined with pavement.

If so,
We’d carve ourselves up—
We’d fill in the voids—
We’d control beauty.

Our gnashing teeth, wet
With desire,
We’d crash the flivver kings
And hum dreamily —slouched back, eyes drooping—
As their smoking metal bodies
Burned ours bright.

Skin

I want to breathe air
Into your mouth
And down into your lungs.

I see your wife—
I see the knife—
And other cruelties done

Deterred, I’m not.
Afraid, I’m not.
I still know what I want:

To turn the universal key—
To flee this jaded cell!
And once again sense novelty—
Even if it’s hell.

HippittyBoppitty

I like dreaming of the universe. I'm no cosmologist -- I haven't the arithmetic competency. But, in a way, this ignorance makes the universe that much more amazing; it makes the vast expanse completely unintelligible and virtually mind-numbing -- as opposed to almost unintelligible and, still, mind-numbing.
Lately, I've been brooding over the boundaries of the cosmos. Everything resides within something else, and all reside within the universe. But if this is the case, then shouldn't the universe, as well, reside within something? The idea of nihility is incomprehensible for humans: How can nothing exist? But equally as unfathomable is the idea of infinity, something existing forever. No beginning and no end. Both ideas are impossible in our universe; therefore, we have a paradox: Either our universe abides in an incessant chain of universes, or it inhabits a vast sea of nothing.
So what appear to be the only two possible conclusions are impossible to conceive due to time. Infinity or nothingness: Never ending and never beginning, or never existing, period. Now that's crazy.
One day -- far off into the future -- we'll be able to traverse at tremendous speed that hovering, murky, mystical above. And, with fervent determination, we'll set our course for the universal horizon. What will we learn? What will we find? Aliens? Spirits? Nothing? A rough wall of skin from the coarse hand of God? Who knows? All I know is something impossible made the possible, made us. I believe that thing to be God; others know it to be the universe. Whatever the belief -- God, nature, Xenu and his galactic empire -- the impossible truly is beautiful.