dead, but dreaming Quotes

“I cry often.
I cry and cleanse my
face with my tears and
swim to the center
of it all.
A center that
I have written about a
thousand times, forever etched
into the porcelain.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“The moon makes love
to the ocean
and
in this holy conception it gives birth
to a little tide.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“Out here,
the open night is my church,
the trees are my congregation,
the stars are my angels and
the moon is the only god that I know.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“awake, then die
in the arms of a modified lover
sleep, then dream
in the absence of a tangible lover
envision, then sing
in the thralls of a hungry lover”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“Her eyes burn like
a match head striking
my flesh with ferocity
and precision to ignite
the night with a divinorum induced
dream.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and
walk the sand into a lake
of stars, while never looking back.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“nevermore will i lie in the wake of your ambivalence”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“We make our own music.
We paint our own future.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“I would give my lungs to the fish so
that they may rise out of the water
and feel the wind.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“I wrote because of their inability to nurture me. I wrote to conceal the truth that life was filled with pain and that true beauty could only come from that pain. I wrote to simply disguise that pain.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“For this nirvana, I willingly
give in to the numbness of
my wrist.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“at night i loved her
at night i waited under the tarp
at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming
of a better time to
watch me”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“where does it derive its strength?
is it the blood soaked soil?
or the fear stained heart?”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“A good student learns from his teacher.
A great student learns to teach himself.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“I spread my fingers outward,
letting the knife tip of my
middle finger rip the sky as
it tares a rift in the moon.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“I sense him smiling
and laughing and looking at me
with eyes of a thousand aborted children
coming back to rightfully
claim their life, to claim the earth.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“Caress me sister wind
and stop this hate.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“I kiss the soil as
if it is the last time I will recognize
the beauty she has given the trees.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“Blood and wine are interchangeable.
Love and hate are unrecognizable.
Sanity is no longer with me.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“And now that this body is gone and has been returned to the Earth, I assure everyone that psychic energy doesn’t die, it is recycled throughout the universe and will out live anything that we do as living beings. Flesh will decay, ideas won’t as long as you believe in them and someone believes in you.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“death is
the absence of love”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“i witness the birth
of the moon and her servants
walking the night sky pulling us into their wake”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“the heavens raped
from our misuse of love”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union
once more?”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“embrace this moment and
taste my breath
to take you away from inevitable death”
― A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence

“We learn
that all life
is scarce yet abundant.
Profane yet
sacred.
Loving
yet hateful.
Enlightened
yet obscured.
Isolated yet
collective.
That life is
somehow derived from love.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“Because without the lows, the highs would
seem pointless.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“Sadness is a moment
in which the world took something
from you.
Depression is a lifetime
of torment
no matter what is said or done.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“I rise from the moist crevice of thought,
I beat on the shores of her holy body,
I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness.
Rise onto me my precious sun.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“I’ll search and I’ll find her again
even if I have to swim in my own tears.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming