vastas

[vastas]

Our <3 is an Ocean

Everyone

Has soulful presence within them

Everyone

Has a little bit of rhythm & blues (It's true)

We are made of many moods

Many moons

Affect our wave flow

Low to high high to low

Our heart is an ocean/will we drown in emotion/our heart is an ocean/will we float free from devotion/who do you love enough to sink into like lost crews/Who do love enough to let the moons guide you/Our heart is

Everyone Has sentient need for affection

Everyone

Has a little bit of rock & roll (It's true)

We are made of many moods

Many moons

Affect our wave flow

Low to high high to low

Our heart is an ocean/will we drown in emotion/our heart is an ocean/will we float free from devotion/who do you love enough to sink into like lost crews/Who do love enough to let the moons guide you/Our heart is

[vastas]

Virus

I'm fucking flawless

Call it bragadocious

get stuck in your head like supercalifragilisticexpiali

I'm atroicious

Infect your DNA with my virus Make you nauseous Dance til you puke

I got you wired Infect your RNA with my fire Dance til your burn

[vastas]

Trance

When I dance alone in my room

I must first draw the shades

Cause no one can see how free I feel

As I let the music take me away

Far from a world

Where boys don’t dance

One of the many things we’re not supposed to do

Far from a world

Where boys don’t dance

No matter how much we need to

As I begin to let my body sing

I feel completely at peace

A melodic  joyous rhythmic trance

Reuniting I with a forgotten me Cause I’m a boy in a world

Where boys don’t dance

One of the many things I’m not supposed to do

Cause I’m a boy in a world

Where boys don’t dance

No matter much I need to

Broken child don’t you fear

You are not alone

One day soon you will be free

You will find a home

When I dance on a crowded floor

I start to feel terrified

Cause no can see how free I feel

As I let the music take me high

Away from a world

Where boys don’t dance

One of the many things we’re not supposed to do

Away from a world

Where boys don’t dance

No matter how much we need to

As I begin to let my body breathe

I feel completely at ease

A hypnotic fearless rhythmic trance

Reuniting I with a forgotten me Cause I’m a boy in a world

Where boys don’t dance

One of the many things I’m not supposed to do

Cause I’m a boy in a world

Where boys don’t dance

No matter much I need to

Broken child don’t you fear

You are not alone

One day soon you will be free

You will find a home

Broken child don’t you fear

You are not alone

One day soon you will be free

You will find a home You will find a home

[vastas]

Easy To Feel For

If it wasn't for my maladaptive procrastination

I'd be dead long ago

Since it takes so much effort

I just prefer to see how things flow

Ain't it funny how we cry for visible decay

But when it comes to a sick mind

We turn our hearts away It's not fun to charity run for depression It's not as catchy a cause

It's not fun to charity run for depression

It's not as easy a disease to feel for

[vastas]

Decay

GIVE ME UP 2 THE GODZ

GIVE ME UP 2 THE UNIVERZE

GIVE ME UP 2 THE OCEAN

GIVE ME UP 2 THE OBSCURE NOTION

OF THE HUMAN SOUL

OF OUR DNA

COMPLICATED IN ITS MESSAGE

HUMBLE IN ITS DECAY

[vastas]

If

If the mountain by the banks of the river if the river if the river, if, if the river if the woman small settled in the banks and the water if the woman if the river, if, if the woman if if settled in her sallow-spotted dress, if her dress if the woman if if settled neath the shadow of the yellow-spotted mountain, if the mountain if the woman, if the woman if the woman in her dress flower-spotted, if the mountain if if yellow if her dress if the woman, if the woman and the banks and the water if if shallow, if the banks if the water if the banks and the water, and the river and the river if the mountain and her dress:                                                                                                        it will float

[vastas]

Certain Silence (Makes No Sense)

The new form starts always already in argument. Why this this of all things, why not that, why--why write? This argument is self-destructive. Start, instead, from contemplation into some-self. What have been some visions? What nightmares? Why write? This is contradictory to the intent, yes, but at least it is something and not nothing; at least it will not destroy itself. Some-self is better than no-self, and it is selfless. If the golden rule is the paradigm new form, perhaps what's next is the imperative to do unto someone other than other that which you'd have them do to someone other than you. By replacing other-self with some-self, and yourself with other-self, being-for-self becomes not just being-for-others but being-for-someone, anyone, being-for-the-stranger. Not for you but for the stranger this self-silence makes no sense. And yet your eyes perceive no stranger. The silence disappears. This can constitute the movement from self-certainty to perceptibility, yes, but perception being equally problematic, call this certain silence, and call it nonsense. Stop reading.

[vastas]

swatter

Swatswatswat

Youseafuckingfly

buzzin round my house now yr gonna die

Cause imakilla

Onthisillbeat

sonastyallthesebugsbeebuzzinroundme ewwwwwgetouttamyface

just cause im grimy don't mean I like yr waste

yrawasteofspace

garbage in the ocean

sewage on the block poisoning the children

[vastas]

Contact

It was an internet connection Avatars that would Engage in fantasies Longings from childhood No one warned me That it would feel so good Now I know how wrong I was A computer screen Cannot give you intimacy Eventually you will want The real thing A human needs Flesh faithfully You will begin to crave The real thing It was an internet obsession All IM Speak little action Mutual want to go beyond the plastic Fear of the world wide web No one warned me That it could feel so cruel Now I know how wrong I was A computer screen Cannot give you intimacy Eventually you will want The real thing A human needs Flesh faithfully You will begin to crave The real thing A human needs Flesh faithfully You will begin to crave Flesh faithfully

[vastas]

?

Canwepaint?

Canwedraw?

Canwecook?

Canwedance?

Canwefly?

Canweworship?

Can we circle around a tree and sing it a hymn?

Can we find a patch of flowers?

Can we skip beneath brightbluesky and taunt the sun with our fearlessness?

Can we ask each other a question that is hidden within a tender smirk?

Can we bury letters in the depths of a building and create maps to find them...then hide the maps in books & binders & other maps & texts & songs and then one day go on a mission to discover them? Can we create a dance routine to a cheesy tune and pretend we're preparing for our Star Search appearance? Can we inhale a gorgeous night with every pore like parched tongues and the air cold summertea? Can we? Should we? What if we don't? What if we just sit in a dark room for a day and hum a single tone? What if we avoid each other for 5 hours and rejoin for another 5 just to see where our loyalties lie? What if we cover our eyes with scarves and have a trusted friend lead us on an epic journey through the winding campus until we reach a student who reads us a poem about the purpose of conscience and conscious and reads another poem about whatitmeanstoletgo and only then do we open our eyes and see each other as body&sound? What if? What then? What before?

[vastas]

Holy Technology

I don’t believe in god But I’m wary of false idols I don’t believe in god But I’m wary of false idols Who do you follow On your computer screen Who do you pray to Before you go to sleep Who is your salvation Make you speak tongues Who do you worship Before you go to sleep I don’t believe in god But I’m wary of false prophets I don’t believe in god But I’m wary of false prophets Who do you follow On your computer screen Who do you pray to Before you go to sleep Who do you follow On your computer screen Who is your salvation Make you speak tongues Who do you worship Before you go to sleep Before you go to sleep Before you go to sleep

[vastas]

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[vastas]

Companion

This cosmic joy I get from my guitar Keeps me moving on despite my minds bizarre Inner workings that keep keeping me from love A healthy one that nourishes my heart This rhythm that pulses through my veins Keeps me moving on despite my minds inane Desperate want to fear the life that I need A healthy one that nourishes me complete Cause when I feel alone I have the voice of my guitar Cause when I feel alone I have the voice of my guitar It speaks to me in melodies In dissonance and cadences and harmonies It gives me space to declare my humanity I have the voice of my guitar This soulful peace I get from my guitar Keeps me moving on despite my minds bizarre Inner desires that keep keeping me from love A healthy one that nourishes my heart This music that pulses through my veins Keep me moving on despite my minds innane Desperate want to fear the life that I need A healthy one that nourishes me complete Cause when I feel alone I have the voice of my guitar Cause when I feel alone I have the voice of my guitar It speaks to me in melodies In dissonance and cadences and harmonies It gives me space to declare my humanity I have the voice of my guitar

[vastas]

Image found on Tumblr. "3. 2012" by http://www.maykellima.com/ I tie my ankles to your spine So when you leave me I will be dragged behind My blood on roads you travel A haunting sign I tie my limbs to your silhouette So when you forget me Our ache and pain can Hum a duet A regretful melody What have we become? Who have we become? What have we become? Who have we become? What have we become? Who have we become? What have we become? Who have we become? I grasp onto your skin Sin beneath my nails I dig into your flesh Causing pores to exhale Many things that we left unscathed Hidden behind contusions Delicately we begin to swathe Our lesions What have we become? Who have we become? What have we become? Who have we become? What have we become? Who have we become? What have we become? Who have we become?

[vastas]

Image found on Tumblr. ";Last Kiss" by Adam Martinakis http://adamakis.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/last-kiss.html I can feel them crawling within Beneath the hairs on my skin Please set them free with your teeth Don’t be scared to really dig in Oh holy hell I guess this means I am unwell For having fervor for another man’s bones I guess this means I am unwell I can see them crawling around Everywhere they can be found Living amongst us like most creatures do Emitting such glorious sound Oh holy hell I guess this means I am unwell For having fervor for another man’s bones I guess this means I am unwell Oh holy hell I guess this means I am unwell For having fervor for another man’s bones I guess I am under love’s spell