What began by monthly newsletters and inspiration from his life as a musician (www.loryn.net), became a compilation of writing over a few years, as well as other miscellaneous components. Embracing an indefinable branch of contemporary poetics and literature, Lorin’s debut manuscript Re-edit, makes contribution to the evolution of abstract truth, social standard, and spiritual discovery. A chronological in the midst of journey, this collective includes free-form prose, haiku, flash fiction, word art, and experimental verse. All of which afford an epistemology of the primordial being’s dismantlement of hierarchical egotism.
Re-edit © 2015
Edited by Kay Hart Publishing.
Vist Lorin on Poets & Writers: https://www.pw.org/content/lorin_drexler
War of the Gods
The jostling between the way a heart will empty for someone and the abrupt lobotomy that will thereafter, leave a person limp and frail.
I have been masquerading the streets with a false identity. If love were a shark, I’d hope to be a bigger shark. But if love were a garden, cricketless and plush in the meadows of a pineapple dream, I’d hope to be your imagination theater.
If I knew how to breathe, I would inhale all of you; inches of your soft damp palms, flickering whispers to bequeath my electric strata. A simple touch and my body knows it’s right, or at least has premonition to the weaving of lace-leafed lovers. I would prefer not to walk alone, to take my time, to enjoy the apples of our absence. I would prefer not to accept love, but rather give, with no diamond receipts or conjunctive expectancies. I would prefer a world filled less of vanity and more of spare change, more pure, more lawless.
Can we see beyond the buildings, scaffoldings, clothing and metal? And if then we see, do we really? Would you turn the corner after experiencing presence and absolute self-awareness, to the muddy tepid hypnotic mist which scourges our modern societies to auctions of do-and-demand? I suppose it’s time to accept the war of the gods and be more than do more. See more than saw, hear more than said, say more than heard. It’s time to forgive rather than bout the angry sword no man can grip, where all men perish.
There are no rules; we are truly free, and as I carefully wipe away the remaining sediments of my carved-out petroglyphs, I notice the decay is no longer vapid. There is such a thing as harmony, and when it happens, we can be reminded of the wind traveling to the sea and being forever changed. We can notice the sky and how it seems to go on and on. We can look at each other, and know, we are nothing more than this.
Hundreds of thousands of years later, I may notice a scent, if a scent were a scent; and just then in an instance, your life will pass through me once again. It may be unfamiliar, but I’ll feel it, the way I have today. And as I recollect you here, in earthly greasepaint, your feet and head and limbs and smile, a mild fraction of who you really are and what you really meant to me, I recognize there is no coincidence for time truly is forever. We have been doing this
In spans and fragments we couldn’t possibly fathom, with suits and satchels we couldn’t design with our utmost cognizance. When I tell you my love is forever, it is. And in between, of course, single-handedly, the most impossible task in our lives as human beings, to say goodbye.
The naked dormant messenger secretly creeping, but unsecrectly crept.
My memories are yours to keep, to blanket the in-betweens, to span and fragment, suit and satchel, sing and sailor. And just as mine are yours, kept away in whatever part of me must leave; when one part of me dies and the other picks up the scattering vestige, will I be forever changed and we be forever one.
The holy moons conversing to the plethoric light, as children, we move to the skips of the rain.
What is Gen Society?
Gen Society is an art space blog for visual art and creative writing collaborations, and other randomizations. Hosted by writer and musician, Lorin Drexler, this online venue is an expressive experience for those interested in the world of the arts. It is a literary journey through the hearts and minds of contemporary artists in practice and a reflection of those that have long passed.
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