ewan k kasi

if one types the word sappho in ggogle's search engine, one of the milion hits it will turn out is wikepedias description of a female ancient greek poet.very little wasa known of this poet except that she was born on the city of mytiline in the great ancient world. interestingly, the city is on the island of lesbos.

ewan

Edwardhood and the Iron Maiden

Lying awake and crawling in space
I cud come around
I could get some bath
Get me some prayer
A roomful of thoughts
And a nice space for my dreams

If something is wrong
then maybe I’m not feeling it
this side of heaven
is empty right now
memories caving in,
it was more than my conscience could take

I tried to say it was right
Waging wars in my chest
My side of the well is not where I stand
Spare me some coin
And maybe I could throw in some prayer

Took it all
Reigned my senses, tied my soul
Pegged my sorrows
Armed my sores
Hammered my delusions
Scraped my hopes

We’ve lost the battle
But that’s not all
Slightly cynical
It’s the story’s moral
Scathing reasons
Unholy vibrations-

Lay down your cads
The gods, they’re listening

In my dreams they’re
not asleep

the hole

Not the hole that you’re thinking of you b_ch. x_x

This particular hole caught my eye while smoking alone at the lower ground parking area of the building where I was working.

It was underneath a series of cobweb-like cracks on the white washed wall of the shopping center beside ours.

It got me to thinking-this one needs to be filled-up.

It’s not pretty in an artsy kind of way.

Not that it would strike an immediate course of silent reflection in the realms of self destruct.

Not that it would entice serious reflections of your motives in one’s lesser evils of diminutive compulsiveness,

It’s just a hole.

But it had awakened a crazy obsession in me that it needs to be plastered. This hole has to disappear.

Maybe we’re spending much of our lives filling up a hole on our walls of evasive self-contempt.

Sometimes it’s really not there.

Not in the artsy kind of way we like it.

Believe it or not, it’s not there.

Fill it up.

We don’t need a hole on order to feel devoid.

But when emptiness suddenly eats you up, you suddenly awaken to the realization that sometimes you’ve got to empty yourself first,

In order to be whole.


Again.