About to cry in the library,

                             yes

What a peaceful place for

all my beasts to become untangled

scream, shout your ears out

the silence will eat you 

alive

starting with your 

insides

while you show a calm smile

WHAT CAN I DO?

AM I GOOD?

words dripping out of

my brain

me trying to hold onto them

desperately

...

un, dos, tres

take a deep breath

let this place become

a calm space again

let the words leak,

maybe they will 

come home después

you will be fine

let go of the stress

sip in the place

land at home

be one with them.

liberty in the library

love in the lifts

language in the lost 

rifts of time

perdu in the tenses

of the mind

kinds of thought

soft,

lie inbetween the leaves

that I'm forgiving

bless,

less of the new troubled I

flee quick to the shores

of the momentary light

that bring home

the required roam

...

delicate

suspended

temporary

-Gabriella Haus Zimmer & Harry Parks

[Privileges / Privelages]

[ Privileges / Privelages ]

*Misunderstanding the sheet of

EMBlematic nonsense...

(drivel) of

the misguided many

turning the wheels

⚙ CRAC, CRAC, CRAC ⚙

tightening the rope

around the neck of the raw

||  FRAC, FRAC, FRAC  ||

deep into the earth

where the hidden gold

sweats in the tears of the little rich 

the little rich

[man]

[men]

[mans]
 [mens]  

 ︶ OPEN YOUR EYES! ఠ

no more little rich

[man]

[men]

[mans]

 [mens]  

let kindness pour into the cracks

of the system
     щ  щ   щ

keep your actions at bay

cut the stitches off

FACE THE TRUTH!

Quoting the nose of the Enlightened: 

"Aside the SPIRE SCAR

whose fire

marks from where the

pale-faced-pavement leaf eaters

HAVE FLED"

(Quoting with static eyes whose passivity

shall bleed at our river of empathy)

take a deep breath

. . . 

strip the tears away

lead the march on

LEAD THE MARCH ON

-Gabriella Haus Zimmer & Harry Parks

"I tried to eat potato wedges meditatively"

I tried to eat potato wedges

meditatively

(potato wedges)

raisins falling off the edges

into the

                slacks

                     of

                                 time

(raisins)

mines of thought

into a soft fruit

sea

yet I can't find

the words

to tame the starch

of thee

minds of thick skin

in a crocket coup

collapsed

(collapsed)

back into the

                   slacks

                       of

                                  time

wedges,

they are just

FINE

raisins, nonetheless,

are

BEST.

-Gabriella Haus Zimmer & Harry Parks

Starry Boy (1st draft)

Darkness shines through your pores but

the second the moonlight hits your skin it's like you're made out of stars.

Your true nature comes out to play,

I stand there, paralyzed by your unknown beauty.

You look back at me, disconcerted,

totally unaware that you are shining like the sun.

You touch me; I'm surprised by your warmness

- that doesn't burn like a star -

(but it seems eternal nevertheless)

I shelter under your hug,

suddently turned into a

s l e e p i n g  b a b y;

lying on the bright side of your moon.