A.P. Sweet Quotes & Sayings

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

death is
the absence of love — A.P. Sweet

I would give my lungs to the fish so
that they may rise out of the water
and feel the wind. — A.P. Sweet

the heavens raped
from our misuse of love — A.P. Sweet

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

Because without the lows, the highs would
seem pointless. — A.P. Sweet

where does it derive its strength?
is it the blood soaked soil?
or the fear stained heart? — A.P. Sweet

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

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

shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union
once more? — A.P. Sweet

runaway my phantom bride
and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers
float away specter
and take the rest of my desire — A.P. Sweet

embrace this moment and
taste my breath
to take you away from inevitable death — A.P. Sweet

A good student learns from his teacher.
A great student learns to teach himself. — A.P. Sweet

I cry as the laughter inside me drowns
and descends
into the water
with the ghosts of our union. — A.P. Sweet

I kiss the soil as
if it is the last time I will recognize
the beauty she has given the trees. — A.P. Sweet

Then, only then
would she realize that the life
that she created will extinguish with
nothing to offer but the sorrow that she
harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug
in our hearts. — A.P. Sweet

Sometimes at night
when the moon is almost
full and my hands go
numb from writing, I cleanse
myself of her poisoned love.
I welcome the water, the
inevitability of
death and embrace
the long painful road out
of love. — A.P. Sweet

And I would give my
self to this light just to have my
brother and mother
by each
other's side. I would
swim back to the
ocean
and birth a creature
of acceptance; I would if it let me.
I would give it all away. — A.P. Sweet

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

Caress me sister wind
and stop this hate. — A.P. Sweet

The moon makes love
to the ocean
and
in this holy conception it gives birth
to a little tide. — A.P. Sweet

Leave me to die a lonely death.
An artist's death.
A writer's playground.
A painter's background.
A philosopher's bread and butter.
An endeavor that we
all face. I just hope that
I'm not the only one
there. — A.P. Sweet

My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming. — A.P. Sweet

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

And like my comrades, I too have
tasted the bittersweet
assurance that I
would be okay with myself.
And like so many others
out there, I have given that
dream away to the wind
and its power over the trees. — A.P. Sweet

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

i witness the birth
of the moon and her servants
walking the night sky pulling us into their wake — A.P. Sweet

I'll search and I'll find her again
even if I have to swim in my own tears. — A.P. Sweet

nevermore will i lie in the wake of your ambivalence — A.P. Sweet

For this nirvana, I willingly
give in to the numbness of
my wrist. — A.P. Sweet

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

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

We make our own music.
We paint our own future. — A.P. Sweet

And if I consume another
mortal's flesh, will I like
god before me, shit a million stars upon
the naked, wretched sky? — A.P. Sweet

Blood and wine are interchangeable.
Love and hate are unrecognizable.
Sanity is no longer with me. — A.P. Sweet

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

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

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

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

I would give my heart to the religious so
that they may realize that god
hates us all. — A.P. Sweet