<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:06:07.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tom cruise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-5520567612986324033</id><published>2008-04-12T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:12:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.1</title><content type='html'>Tom Cruise is keeping a list&lt;br /&gt;and when this is all over he is going to tell your mother everything&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to escape from it is a passing panic&lt;br /&gt;let’s just calm and purr with ease™&lt;br /&gt;a minivan just knocked down the power lines in a shower of white sparks&lt;br /&gt;in a desert a soldier sells a truck of guns for a bag of diamonds&lt;br /&gt;two people embrace by the fountain&lt;br /&gt;one of them is crying a little&lt;br /&gt;and leaning completely against the other person&lt;br /&gt;when they whisper into the sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I feel uneasy™ and tired™ and quiet&lt;br /&gt;like I have been vomiting my entire life&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate and gasp I pray to it when I pray&lt;br /&gt;it is a fire hydrant flying through the air after the explosion&lt;br /&gt;it is the porn left on the screen when I leave&lt;br /&gt;it is the four tiny deer dancing on the hot dog cooker&lt;br /&gt;the scary™ news is next to the funny™ news on the homepage&lt;br /&gt;the projector sends light across the room to the screen&lt;br /&gt;I lose you in a crowd and look for you like my child&lt;br /&gt;I push people gently and look in all directions I quietly say&lt;br /&gt;‘where are you. where are you, for crissakes, just tell me&lt;br /&gt;where you are. I will figure out how to get there.’&lt;br /&gt;she takes ice cubes out of her mouth and looks up at him&lt;br /&gt;he is leaning back and sighing and moaning he begs her not to stop&lt;br /&gt;white gauze taped over an eye&lt;br /&gt;crowbar in the couch by the window&lt;br /&gt;someone goes to the cupboard a hand grabs a plastic plate&lt;br /&gt;simultaneously I trust™ you and suspect™ you&lt;br /&gt;and there is a way that my skin protects me&lt;br /&gt;there is a little long lasting regret™ there is a little long lasting flavor&lt;br /&gt;she gnaws on a straw and waits in the lobby tapping her foot on the tiles&lt;br /&gt;at last relax give into it will carry you we have no power to stop this&lt;br /&gt;I try to attack this emptiness™ and shiver&lt;br /&gt;attack this nothing™ and whisper to&lt;br /&gt;young Tom Cruise sitting on a step and imaging being famous some day&lt;br /&gt;little did he know&lt;br /&gt;we grow to screw up&lt;br /&gt;and live with it everyday&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad™ you are here&lt;br /&gt;to see me through in some way&lt;br /&gt;to show me up and I notice silently every time and think about it&lt;br /&gt;alone and then someone makes a noise in the hall&lt;br /&gt;a green mactruck angles around a corner near a market&lt;br /&gt;and past the fence between the doghouse and the street&lt;br /&gt;I am Tom Cruise I have no problem remembering what my face looks like&lt;br /&gt;we hunted with sticks with bone tips that we sharpened then one day&lt;br /&gt;a man in a jogging suit went merrily along the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;someone gets off the bus and steps onto the ground&lt;br /&gt;a bike rack on the back of the minivan moves past the stop sign&lt;br /&gt;we go under the ocean and the algae&lt;br /&gt;we spread across Alaska&lt;br /&gt;we split up&lt;br /&gt;it is walking on the world wearing shoes it is a family of mountain lions on top of the mobile home on the top of a mountain&lt;br /&gt;a garbage truck drives up the steps through the foyer through the&lt;br /&gt;living room through the stairs through the walls through the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;out the back wall over the patio and through the fence&lt;br /&gt;there is internal profanity&lt;br /&gt;I am inside your water bottle&lt;br /&gt;it is a cat licking makeup off eyelids&lt;br /&gt;it is the twelve year old ventriloquist listening to sonatas&lt;br /&gt;take my hand and walk while our palms touch&lt;br /&gt;live with ease™ and walk and breathe with ease™ in the violent sounds&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise flies through the air not far from the explosion&lt;br /&gt;it is the pit of dead peacocks we have fallen into&lt;br /&gt;it is the discarded scrunchie that breaks the case&lt;br /&gt;our planet has been through so many extinctions&lt;br /&gt;who are we kidding this is never going to last&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise looks at the disaster from a nearby cliff&lt;br /&gt;someone in white shoes drops a coin on the crosswalk&lt;br /&gt;a milk crate is fastened to a bike with a person pedaling it&lt;br /&gt;lots of us have become stop signs without roads&lt;br /&gt;the table has a few stains but no worry&lt;br /&gt;no worry it is a melting whistle on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;a group circles the man in the orange shirt&lt;br /&gt;one person punches the orange shirt and the man gasps and falls&lt;br /&gt;a young girl pushes the chalk on the sidewalk humming something&lt;br /&gt;we fly together above the grasslands we near a forest and land in trees&lt;br /&gt;take this keep it close to your heart when people spit at you and the&lt;br /&gt;spit separates into two spits and one spit hits each eye take this&lt;br /&gt;to wipe your face with or to soak the blood up&lt;br /&gt;I am here take this and look directly into the light&lt;br /&gt;it will be over soon and it could be worth it&lt;br /&gt;right away I know you are worthy of saving yourself from this world&lt;br /&gt;I stroke your hair&lt;br /&gt;‘soon enough, soon enough, our trouble will be over.’&lt;br /&gt;you slap my hand away&lt;br /&gt;‘what then, what then, if we keep up like this, what then.’&lt;br /&gt;here it is just above the water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-5520567612986324033?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/5520567612986324033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/5520567612986324033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise1.html' title='tomcruise.1'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-4070208766667652970</id><published>2008-04-12T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:09:41.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.2</title><content type='html'>I don’t need much I just need a little more than nothing™&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to stay alive as long as you can&lt;br /&gt;because being alive means something™&lt;br /&gt;it is a small meaning&lt;br /&gt;but that is all there is&lt;br /&gt;and that is fine™ with me&lt;br /&gt;because it is a little bigger than nothing™&lt;br /&gt;I want to approach you and converse with ease™&lt;br /&gt;but I just smile and nod and walk on cement&lt;br /&gt;I look back I try to make it seem like I amstretching when you catch me&lt;br /&gt;a butterfly touches a flower on the outskirts of a forest where a deer walks my heart is a jaguar with the legs and antlers of an elk&lt;br /&gt;I finally speak to you but I don’t say what I mean to say&lt;br /&gt;and I feel stupid™ I shake my head a little when I walk away&lt;br /&gt;now that I think about it you were right and the whole time&lt;br /&gt;all I really wanted to do was pull you in and make your skin touch my skin&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head vigorously in private then I do something different&lt;br /&gt;I imagine watching from the stands as you hold up the trophy&lt;br /&gt;I am a maximum security prison that employs full time guards&lt;br /&gt;there is a t-shirt between the body and the sweater and there is sweat&lt;br /&gt;coming out of the body and soaking into the t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;the glare is unholy I hold my hand above my eyes to shade them&lt;br /&gt;the mactruck swerves and adrenaline is released in the body of the driver&lt;br /&gt;there is no one around&lt;br /&gt;lean in I mean it&lt;br /&gt;come here and look at this&lt;br /&gt;there is a heart in my body and a nail on my finger&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise sits there thinking while his ice cream melts onto the couch&lt;br /&gt;I look at the wall and think about touching it&lt;br /&gt;because I know it will stay where it is&lt;br /&gt;and I always get so scared™ that you will move away when I touch you&lt;br /&gt;but I have gotten used to being scared™ and it doesn’t stop me anymore&lt;br /&gt;you are my empty photo frame&lt;br /&gt;and the nothing in the air between me and the window reminds me of us&lt;br /&gt;the tornado pulls small pieces of things off the ground and eventually&lt;br /&gt;tosses them far from where we are standing&lt;br /&gt;this is the brief contact of our fingers when I hand you something&lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t mean much but I remember vividly and it makes me think&lt;br /&gt;we may have some kind of future™ together&lt;br /&gt;the nurse pushes the wheelchair towards the bed&lt;br /&gt;the nurse picks up the person from the bed&lt;br /&gt;the nurse sits the person in the wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;the wheels rotate on the linoleum&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago I banished my love™&lt;br /&gt;and when it returned it looked like anger™&lt;br /&gt;but it was just love™ and scared™ combined&lt;br /&gt;please help me pry apart&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;I sleep with one hand on my head and&lt;br /&gt;one hand between the bed and my heart&lt;br /&gt;I think about you half way across the world and I know you can’t help me&lt;br /&gt;costume pocket watch with the chain through the button hole&lt;br /&gt;the water moves from inside the plastic bottle into the mouth&lt;br /&gt;someone stands on the rock at the base of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;the bird flies through the air in real life and I don’t see it&lt;br /&gt;until it is on the nature channel when I am falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;it starts to rain miles from where I am but I can still smell it&lt;br /&gt;the shaking paper held by a shivering person in shorts while it snows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-4070208766667652970?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/4070208766667652970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/4070208766667652970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise2.html' title='tomcruise.2'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-8777753129332006328</id><published>2008-04-12T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:06:09.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.3</title><content type='html'>it is just above the water where the fireflies group&lt;br /&gt;it is on the surface of the water where the stars and the bugs reflect together&lt;br /&gt;the steel cage that encloses the ring shakes as&lt;br /&gt;one person slams another person’s head against it&lt;br /&gt;sway of the chain link&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise sits on a rocking chair on the front porch waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;two people discuss dates as they carry a mattress through a yard&lt;br /&gt;the residue on the plastic where the sticker was&lt;br /&gt;we are still between a sheet and a mattress&lt;br /&gt;we have something to hide&lt;br /&gt;so whatever else there is is secondary to staying hidden&lt;br /&gt;and keeping the mouths inside us&lt;br /&gt;to eat small parts of us slowly in this shabby state that looks remarkable&lt;br /&gt;it falls apart alone and knows it left us here&lt;br /&gt;the strong smell of large cats with spots between trees and flowers&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to cry all day but I have denied that impulse so far&lt;br /&gt;and it is so tough to tell what will bring the breaking&lt;br /&gt;so I’ll carry my body along and live through&lt;br /&gt;and shut off nothing™ and attempt while incapable™&lt;br /&gt;a truck blows a tire and is under the super cell storm turns into a tornado&lt;br /&gt;quiet hotel across from the nightclub there is a back door closing&lt;br /&gt;slowly and some smoke going into the air above the ashtray&lt;br /&gt;a person wearing headphones flips through a catalog&lt;br /&gt;walking between the tv and the couch&lt;br /&gt;we’ve gotten ourselves into a tough™ spot&lt;br /&gt;one of the tires is up on the snow bank&lt;br /&gt;one of tire spins just above the ground&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise gives a thumbs up as he flies over us in a military jet&lt;br /&gt;a shoe pulls gum from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;a rock on a wet rock this narrow place is home&lt;br /&gt;a few facial hairs missed by the razor&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise wipes a towel on your skin&lt;br /&gt;our world is filled with small things and invisible searches&lt;br /&gt;while we try to talk about nothing™ in passing&lt;br /&gt;I call out your name in my room and remember&lt;br /&gt;the window is open&lt;br /&gt;an arrow with a rope tied to it flies through the room into the wall&lt;br /&gt;how did you find out&lt;br /&gt;a body with a wound in a bed&lt;br /&gt;a hand pushes the tray off the table&lt;br /&gt;and this distance&lt;br /&gt;our distance only grows&lt;br /&gt;a grappling hook catches on each one of our limbs&lt;br /&gt;the ropes go taut and we are suspended in the air&lt;br /&gt;I dance with the lion in the top of the tree on the sidewalk of the city&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise  will forever be with you&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise is jumping on couches dancing on tables and&lt;br /&gt;hanging from chandeliers&lt;br /&gt;I care™ about you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid™ you will turn on me at any moment&lt;br /&gt;so I keep to myself for most of it&lt;br /&gt;a feather in the helmet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;make-up moving down a face in a tear and&lt;br /&gt;the hand that smears across the cheek&lt;br /&gt;is loving™ and only trying to help&lt;br /&gt;but we break together sometimes&lt;br /&gt;this little fire is nice Tom Cruise is smiling at you here&lt;br /&gt;it’s all okay™ no matter what no matter what it’s all okay™&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes when the sun comes up I only look at the eclipse&lt;br /&gt;the wheel turns the earth turns the human looks at the human&lt;br /&gt;and looks away because it is scary™ to be able to look  &lt;br /&gt;leave me with nothing and I will think of you&lt;br /&gt; you are the only person I would be happy™ to see right now&lt;br /&gt;maybe I’m hungry and that is where the emptiness comes from&lt;br /&gt;I will smile lovingly™ take your hand&lt;br /&gt;and put it to my forehead in honor of you&lt;br /&gt;I will breathe repeatedly in honor of you and me being here together&lt;br /&gt;I will not be angry™ at you&lt;br /&gt;there are small cages around the chickens&lt;br /&gt;and there are smaller cages protecting the hidden animals&lt;br /&gt;and my heart has its place and purpose&lt;br /&gt;but not for long&lt;br /&gt;loving™ hands and fish bowls float in space&lt;br /&gt;out of the dark into the dark&lt;br /&gt;I swipe my hands through the dark and&lt;br /&gt;swallow some spit to drown the scared™ out of me&lt;br /&gt;the area of invisible pollution around the steam that rises&lt;br /&gt;from the sewer into the air above the street between the buildings&lt;br /&gt;we are held&lt;br /&gt;we are small animals&lt;br /&gt;with short life spans&lt;br /&gt;holding on&lt;br /&gt;when I die I will leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten used to being left behind because I live in the world&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to return the favor&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts me without injury&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot answer the phone right away&lt;br /&gt;I shudder and touch the tiny plastic button to make the ringing stop&lt;br /&gt;I am turned up music&lt;br /&gt;I am your umbrella and I wait patiently for rain&lt;br /&gt;I walk past you on a sidewalk and&lt;br /&gt;say nothing for the sake of habit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-8777753129332006328?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/8777753129332006328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/8777753129332006328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise3.html' title='tomcruise.3'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-5774274841949385131</id><published>2008-04-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:03:17.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.4</title><content type='html'>the light turns on and I can see it from where I am&lt;br /&gt;I imagine it is your light and I think of you whistling while music plays&lt;br /&gt;the animal jumps down from the tree between our windows&lt;br /&gt;there is a flag in the drawer in the office of the elementary school&lt;br /&gt;I ignore you for a long time but I am thinking about you at all times of day&lt;br /&gt;I buy fast food and then feel sick before eating it&lt;br /&gt;this is the whispered part of what I say to you&lt;br /&gt;when we are holding each other laying on a bed with the lights off&lt;br /&gt;don’t worry™ about it&lt;br /&gt;don’t think about it all that is gone now all that is gone&lt;br /&gt;I am the national reserve and I am burning&lt;br /&gt;and all the love™ inside me burns like money&lt;br /&gt;in small fires spread throughout the larger fire&lt;br /&gt;then I miss you because I have nothing left&lt;br /&gt;the chainsaw touches the log and the birds take off from the trees&lt;br /&gt;a small dog scratches at a door and the owner comes over to let it out&lt;br /&gt;it’s alright™ put soap on it and scrub gently&lt;br /&gt;watch it touch the sink and go into the pipes&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise sits at a dinner table with his family talking about junk food&lt;br /&gt;the body of water touches rocks and air at the same time&lt;br /&gt;there is a noise coming from under the leather&lt;br /&gt;Whoopi Goldberg sticks out her tongue&lt;br /&gt;while she moves her eyebrows and shoulders&lt;br /&gt;the sun is going down the sun is growing gowns and&lt;br /&gt;a face touches the bushes&lt;br /&gt;those gummy worms are motionless and slightly melted on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;this is a sad™ day with a few smiles spread throughout&lt;br /&gt;a car dropped on another car in the dump behind the&lt;br /&gt;meadow at the foot of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;it is a cartoon piano falling from the harness down to the street&lt;br /&gt;where we stand embracing&lt;br /&gt;there are many parts&lt;br /&gt;but oh well I guess&lt;br /&gt;it is out of our hands&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness™&lt;br /&gt;where are you&lt;br /&gt;come here&lt;br /&gt;I wish I you could hear me thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;so I knew I could hide nothing and just move on&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise has skin that is a boundary separating him from the rest of us&lt;br /&gt;the satellite circles far off all I want to see is you nearing&lt;br /&gt;maybe thinking about finding me where I am&lt;br /&gt;product launches are our sacred gatherings&lt;br /&gt;we have nothing else so powerful and unifying&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to find happiness™ in this mess&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to find energy and happiness™&lt;br /&gt;and I am angry™ and sad™ most of it&lt;br /&gt;there is joy™ in that but it is second rate&lt;br /&gt;trust me&lt;br /&gt;because I still miss you I wish you loved™ me too but I know&lt;br /&gt;things don’t work that way for most of it&lt;br /&gt;I stand on the earth with my hand blocking the sun scanning for you&lt;br /&gt;someone stands near a tree looking up at the leaves moving&lt;br /&gt;the horse pulls the wagon on the dirt road&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about you silently&lt;br /&gt;I walk around a building and think about you&lt;br /&gt;the sweater touches my neck where the t-shirt isn’t&lt;br /&gt;I imagine you sliding down the banister but nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise stands in front of his gold plated closet&lt;br /&gt;thinking about what to wear&lt;br /&gt;there is a long day ahead he sighs and buttons up his shirt&lt;br /&gt;a tree with no leaves between a fence and the highway&lt;br /&gt;I brush my hand against your hand and get nervous™ the red table cloth moves a little and you are whistling a melody of a popular song&lt;br /&gt;all of us are in for it that is one thing we share&lt;br /&gt;while we feel so lonely™ and untouched and while we don’t&lt;br /&gt;stomp on it&lt;br /&gt;put that fire out and start a new one&lt;br /&gt;between the clouds and the land&lt;br /&gt;I am the president of my inner life I impeach myself and appoint you&lt;br /&gt;but you turn down the offer and order me to take control of myself&lt;br /&gt;there is a double-decker bus turning a corner while&lt;br /&gt;the mother pushes the stroller out of the building next to the road&lt;br /&gt;I leave you behind and jog&lt;br /&gt;I regret™ it&lt;br /&gt;do you understand how this happens&lt;br /&gt;I have a sensation of nothingness™ inside me and I forget how to speak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-5774274841949385131?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/5774274841949385131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/5774274841949385131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise4.html' title='tomcruise.4'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-23097732550333638</id><published>2008-04-12T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:07:56.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.5</title><content type='html'>the frog hits the water&lt;br /&gt;there are small sounds of rocks landing on rocks&lt;br /&gt;a shot clock expires&lt;br /&gt;I hope™ you remember me&lt;br /&gt;there is a boar and a baboon and a bull is charging&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise waves his arms in the air chasing us from the yard&lt;br /&gt;and I hope™ you remember me&lt;br /&gt;a piece of hair falls through the air to the carpet&lt;br /&gt;pink bunnies jump on the bed in the dark room&lt;br /&gt;it is a wall that is covered in picture frames&lt;br /&gt;a vehicle with its wheels spinning as it falls from the cliff to the landfill&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to call and that is why I sit here crumbling up this paper bag and folding it a couple times and tossing it into&lt;br /&gt;the red garbage can next to the black lamp&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise puts on a shirt and walks across the room to the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I can see your light through this pollution and these miles&lt;br /&gt;someone drives a car and looks through the windshield&lt;br /&gt;the ocean splashes on the boat&lt;br /&gt;I dance nearby and look over at you&lt;br /&gt;I walk with you on the asphalt nearing the patch of grass&lt;br /&gt;you walk on the yellow line in the street I walk behind you&lt;br /&gt;and put my hands on your shoulders and we both walk this line&lt;br /&gt;you look up and stumble while I hold onto your shoulders so&lt;br /&gt;I stumble with you&lt;br /&gt;and I am glad™ to lose my balance with you near the tree with&lt;br /&gt;the swing swaying in the breeze that carries these leaves towards us&lt;br /&gt;while the clouds move near the moon and it gets darker I grip tighter&lt;br /&gt;but no worry™ no worry™&lt;br /&gt;the large animal jumps from the tree&lt;br /&gt;I run over to it&lt;br /&gt;it slashes my skin and my shirt and my headband&lt;br /&gt;and my hair moves in the wind&lt;br /&gt;as I bleed I look over to you and I try to tell you with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;that you are worth protecting&lt;br /&gt;the animal knocks me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;and stands over me I swing a stick at it and scream and look into it’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;it bites my neck and you throw a rock&lt;br /&gt;that knocks it out still biting my neck&lt;br /&gt;together we open its mouth with out hands&lt;br /&gt;I roll on the grass&lt;br /&gt;come here please lay here with me&lt;br /&gt;please there are birds flying through the clouds let’s watch them&lt;br /&gt;the grass is wet and bloody and I pull you in&lt;br /&gt;and lean on your skin with my clothing&lt;br /&gt;the light shines through the window&lt;br /&gt;there is a wind chime hanging over a porch&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep on the couch with my elbows on my knees&lt;br /&gt;and my hands on my chin&lt;br /&gt;the baseball players sing along with the recording of the national anthem&lt;br /&gt;holding their hats over their hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-23097732550333638?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/23097732550333638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/23097732550333638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise5.html' title='tomcruise.5'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-3304493474974467950</id><published>2008-04-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:53:42.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.6</title><content type='html'>the statue of the warrior between two metal trees covered in blue lights&lt;br /&gt;my virus protection is always outdated&lt;br /&gt;I rub my forehead looking at the ground&lt;br /&gt;multiple helicopters are hovering just above the water&lt;br /&gt;a giraffe touches the grass of the savannah&lt;br /&gt;it is the blue part of that body touching the carpet&lt;br /&gt;take it easy tell me what’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;I get a text massage from you and I try to reply but it doesn’t send&lt;br /&gt;your hand touches the fur of the cat while the cat bites the green mouse&lt;br /&gt;there is a full moon and I am glad not to be a werewolf because&lt;br /&gt;I want to get back to the house where people have to knock&lt;br /&gt;while I am motionless and quiet&lt;br /&gt;the mactruck drives on a long straight road going through a prairie&lt;br /&gt;the herd scatters and runs to where the predators aren’t&lt;br /&gt;four eyes of two people on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;you push the door&lt;br /&gt;out of the way&lt;br /&gt;and it rotates&lt;br /&gt;the head just kind of opened up and there was dark liquid on the concrete&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise can’t sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;he paces in the kitchen near some posters of himself&lt;br /&gt;there is a window washer standing on the scaffolding leaning on the mall&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why it feels so much easier™ when you’re here&lt;br /&gt;it is like a lot of things that don’t matter too much&lt;br /&gt;and wake me up like a loud sound &lt;br /&gt;I convince myself to feel haunted just so I won’t be alone&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of people in machines far away from houses moving quickly between rows of lights on poles&lt;br /&gt;I felt bored™ and looked at the cotton socks in the shape of my feet&lt;br /&gt;the panther wakes up next to a smaller panther in the tall grass&lt;br /&gt;it looks to where the sound is coming from then goes back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I have taken out a subprime loan and I want to give you all the money&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise does jumping jacks on top of a sky scraper&lt;br /&gt;A gold chain touches a grey shirt and the neck of someone&lt;br /&gt;sitting in a station wagon braking at the stop sign &lt;br /&gt;the cameras rotate the ring in the center of the arena&lt;br /&gt;most of the leaves move in the wind while something breathes&lt;br /&gt;in the shadow moving on the ground it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;the paper bag on the counter doesn’t mean much&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise mops the kitchen floor wearing an apron&lt;br /&gt;neon leaflets are dropped from a plane while it’s snowing&lt;br /&gt;someone opens a cabinet and puts a jar on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my legs out and try to think of something to say to you&lt;br /&gt;but I can’t decide so I just wait for you to say something&lt;br /&gt;one boot is standing and one boot is lying by the door&lt;br /&gt;an animal ducks behind the dumpster&lt;br /&gt;a volcano makes an island in the sea&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time we met&lt;br /&gt;that was before earbuds&lt;br /&gt;there is a part of the flower underground &lt;br /&gt;there is a sleepy people walking through towns with hats on&lt;br /&gt;someone stands on top of a building speaking into a megaphone&lt;br /&gt;I yell up to them I try to yell louder than the megaphone can go&lt;br /&gt;I run up the stairs the door is locked when I get there I look at you standing on the ground and shake my head as I walk down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;you walk a little and stop and stand with your hands in your pockets&lt;br /&gt;we stand below the building listening&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise wears a fireman’s helmet and carries an ax&lt;br /&gt;there is a sound louder than a megaphone&lt;br /&gt;pieces of building hit the ground &lt;br /&gt;the megaphone hits the ground&lt;br /&gt;more rubble crashes over us like a wave&lt;br /&gt;we are buried under five stories of rubble&lt;br /&gt;wiggling our way through the pile yelling to one another &lt;br /&gt;I whisper while metal and glass and concrete jab my body&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the sound of you working through it where you are&lt;br /&gt;the sun comes up and goes down and&lt;br /&gt;people are walking somewhere above us &lt;br /&gt;I pass a body that is blue and continue I hear you loudly &lt;br /&gt;you are above me screaming through the megaphone &lt;br /&gt;pieces you are standing on fall through the debris and touch my face&lt;br /&gt;while I wiggle I hear your voice for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;and I finally climb through and it is nighttime&lt;br /&gt;there is a crowd of people wearing different kinds of equipment &lt;br /&gt;I drink water from a cup that is handed to me&lt;br /&gt;I touch your ankles with my forehead&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise stands in front of the smoke and&lt;br /&gt;nods approvingly holding his hands on his hips&lt;br /&gt;A supernova releases a large mass of energy and detonates&lt;br /&gt;far from our planet where a bird touches the ocean with its wing&lt;br /&gt;you are here with me handing me the jaguar and the elk&lt;br /&gt;a box of nails next to a lighter on a counter&lt;br /&gt;I think about seeing you when your not around and I get lightheaded&lt;br /&gt;and put my hand on my heart and think about the pledge&lt;br /&gt;while I count my heartbeats watching the clock&lt;br /&gt;a fire extinguisher attached to a wall next to a door &lt;br /&gt;the car nears the intersection the right blinker turns on&lt;br /&gt;the person stands on the median the car u-turns around the median&lt;br /&gt;a fluorescent light makes a high-pitched sound in the  gas station&lt;br /&gt;the mop touches the ceramic the mop moves circularly&lt;br /&gt;an airplane disappears into a cloud&lt;br /&gt;but there is still the sound of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-3304493474974467950?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/3304493474974467950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/3304493474974467950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise6.html' title='tomcruise.6'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-6147953701054675790</id><published>2008-04-12T07:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:48:35.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.7</title><content type='html'>the octopus moves alone through the ocean where it is dark&lt;br /&gt;it gets dark here too&lt;br /&gt;I’m used to it now&lt;br /&gt;I expect it and put my body weight into it to keep from flipping&lt;br /&gt;I am not traveling to the part of the world that is bright all the time&lt;br /&gt;we stir the mix together or I do nothing and get useless&lt;br /&gt;I watch TV and think about you&lt;br /&gt;one star gravitates mass from another star and expands until it's unstable&lt;br /&gt;a metal bike rack sits on the concrete surrounded by grass&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise eats chips out of a plastic bowl&lt;br /&gt;he calls a contact from his cell phone&lt;br /&gt;the sun is coming up&lt;br /&gt;there is a tree with no leaves falling over a bird flies from the tree&lt;br /&gt;the gymnast’s feet touch the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;then the gymnast spins in the air&lt;br /&gt;thousands of bats fly out of the cave where the river turns into a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;bottle in a bag in a trashcan&lt;br /&gt;mold on some food in a bowl covered with paper&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you and tell you and tell you&lt;br /&gt;because I forget how it gets sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll look at your face near your eyes while I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I spit the rosary out and pick up the chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see you around&lt;br /&gt;this tree moves a bit in the wind I watch it from inside the house&lt;br /&gt;and wipe some cheese off the table&lt;br /&gt;the phone rings and my heartbeat picks up  I look at the number &lt;br /&gt;I cannot answer right now the phone stays on the table and isn’t touched&lt;br /&gt;it stays ringing I am sorry it’s just circumstances nothing personal™&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head and a balled up piece of paper lands in the empty box&lt;br /&gt;I relate a little&lt;br /&gt;I imagine you holding the ringing phone then closing the phone,&lt;br /&gt;then putting it on the table next to the bag&lt;br /&gt;there is a chip under the couch&lt;br /&gt;that bulldozer drives on top of the dump&lt;br /&gt;arranging the pile while garbage trucks pour in&lt;br /&gt;a hand that holds the wallet inside the pocket&lt;br /&gt;I think about my problems™ I think about my problems™ all day long&lt;br /&gt;and I relate to the coma&lt;br /&gt;I touch my chin to my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;a nerf gun shoots a dart that sticks on the mirror where a face reflects&lt;br /&gt;dead gnats accumulated at the bottom of the bulb dim the bulb&lt;br /&gt;a finger turns on the game system&lt;br /&gt;plugged into the hd hanging on the wall next to a picture&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise riverdances looking in your eyes his nose touching your nose&lt;br /&gt;I’m hiding the phone under the mattress&lt;br /&gt;there is a pair of sunglasses on the pool table&lt;br /&gt;and a pinball machine repeating a song and blinking in the dark room&lt;br /&gt;there isn’t any paper on the table there is no glass of water there&lt;br /&gt;it is an empty surface reflecting the shine from the bulb of the floor lamp&lt;br /&gt;a battlefield with tourists walking on it looking up at the partial eclipse&lt;br /&gt;a zebra and a giraffe walk through the same shallow water miles apart&lt;br /&gt;a pack of hyenas hunt a grazing impala &lt;br /&gt;the air between the hooves and the ground&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of terribles™ out there that&lt;br /&gt;embed the video of sadness inside the ribcage&lt;br /&gt;the cats make some noise jumping off the counter onto the ceramic&lt;br /&gt;shorts with scorpions embroidered on them&lt;br /&gt;I ace and I shiver and ache wearing a headband on the tennis court&lt;br /&gt;a hand touches the handle and opens the cooler door&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise rolls down the hill then gets up and tries to keep his balance in this dizzy I like™ that you exist because&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten used to feeling nothing™ or tragics or thrillers&lt;br /&gt;you are alright™ and I feel good™ right now&lt;br /&gt;and I probably wouldn’t of done that without you&lt;br /&gt;I think about feeling good™ sometimes when I feel nothing™&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a memory or a house across town with a tornado between us&lt;br /&gt;a bug lands in the water the ripples move the light&lt;br /&gt;the sock in a cardboard box in the storage space under the building&lt;br /&gt;the dog steps off the snow&lt;br /&gt;the dog steps in the puddle&lt;br /&gt;the bug feels the dog’s tongue&lt;br /&gt;the puddle ripples as the dog walks back onto the snow&lt;br /&gt;the dog nuzzles the person carrying the retractable leash&lt;br /&gt;someone sitting on a bench sneezes then takes a sip from a plastic bottle&lt;br /&gt;I hang glide with you over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I nudgeyour shoulder with my shoulder and pointing&lt;br /&gt;all these socks that touch the shoes that touch the escalator&lt;br /&gt;I will carry you&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;my hair is your rickshaw and I run over all terrain and lay you in the bed still sleeping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-6147953701054675790?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/6147953701054675790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/6147953701054675790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise7.html' title='tomcruise.7'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-8416866681569975839</id><published>2008-04-12T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:43:46.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.8</title><content type='html'>I smear my pain™ on my skin and wear it under my clothes&lt;br /&gt;how do I hide what you hide show me&lt;br /&gt;they are heading straight towards us&lt;br /&gt;it is rising into the air between the trees without leaves&lt;br /&gt;it is a milk carton in the hand of an astronaut&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise puts on a red white and blue motorcycle helmet&lt;br /&gt;a tank chases a soldier that sees an abandoned gun&lt;br /&gt;he fires towards the tank dust rises from beneath&lt;br /&gt;he fires explosives in to the air&lt;br /&gt;here is a parking lot in front of a forest in front of the sky&lt;br /&gt;a bird flies from a tree to the pavement sing with me birdie                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     sing with us in the understand disaster of the daily give and settle™&lt;br /&gt;it is a golden bear waking up near someone’s pool and walking over to the&lt;br /&gt;bird feeder it is standing on it’s hind legs trying to grab the bird feeder&lt;br /&gt;it is a spasm during an embrace&lt;br /&gt;it is in the darkness of the under under&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate I put the drink down and look at you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know I just hope™ to get there sometime&lt;br /&gt;I miss™ you we walk past one another and I miss™ you&lt;br /&gt;this is no grave here we spit blood and continue without it&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;dark wing mid-flight middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise catches the head in a net and lets the body fall&lt;br /&gt;this fluorescent burns the hand&lt;br /&gt;come back to me swinging door&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing wrong™ with the end of it&lt;br /&gt;and that makes this fight worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;I know I will not succeed™ but I will fight&lt;br /&gt;and warriors pursue us through the cornfields&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to win I want to fight for us&lt;br /&gt;I insult you by calling you names I touch you&lt;br /&gt;the door closes someday so I hold it open for now&lt;br /&gt;the panther jumps from the tree and runs in our direction&lt;br /&gt;a car slows the brake lights go on and off&lt;br /&gt;a panther chases Tom Cruise through the forest towards the light&lt;br /&gt;cricket in the backyard hidden in the shadow of the house&lt;br /&gt;a fire is lit and a dog walks on a carpet&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a grave and looks like light&lt;br /&gt;in this boring life in the middle of civilization&lt;br /&gt;I mean to get there&lt;br /&gt;I look over to you but there is only a mirror there&lt;br /&gt;I take my shoe off and throw it at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;that’s it I’m going out there to find you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-8416866681569975839?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/8416866681569975839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/8416866681569975839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise8.html' title='tomcruise.8'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-4658965740863411016</id><published>2008-04-12T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:43:12.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.9</title><content type='html'>there is a waterfall inside your eyeball&lt;br /&gt;that is turning so quickly in this pathetic™&lt;br /&gt;I give in to good™ and bad™&lt;br /&gt;just because I like to feel them&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise smiles looking at the lava on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;thermal receipt paper in a plastic bag under wet bottles&lt;br /&gt;a body bag on a body bag on a body bag in a dark room&lt;br /&gt;headbands wristbands and socks on a human&lt;br /&gt;we are surrounded by eagles and owls and bears and wolves&lt;br /&gt;but they are all logos so no worry™&lt;br /&gt;there is calm™ to go with the opposite&lt;br /&gt;the ripple of the rock in the wave of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;fur on micro fiber and grey tape on the window&lt;br /&gt;I touch a doorknob and look at you &lt;br /&gt;you look wonderful™ and your brain is shining through your hair&lt;br /&gt;I smile from under a hood and fireflies come out from between my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise crouches in the jungle holding a machine gun&lt;br /&gt;wind moves around the person and hits the window&lt;br /&gt;it is morning it is too early to call&lt;br /&gt;but I need™ you now to help™ carry on with my disgust™ with all those hidden things&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know I’m scared™ and holding my stuffed dog and thinking of you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;no matter&lt;br /&gt;it is a light that blinks in the hallway when a voice comes over the loudspeaker&lt;br /&gt;it is blood by the light of the prism&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise shoots a skyhook in the driveway&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for something I want™ for myself and it doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;I look to you for this every now and then&lt;br /&gt;and I have to remind myself that you hold your water&lt;br /&gt;I hold my water&lt;br /&gt;I make a prison and think of you from far away&lt;br /&gt;simultaneous horns in traffic at night near the neon that light the street&lt;br /&gt;a power panel vibrates every now and then&lt;br /&gt;the vampire hooks in its teeth&lt;br /&gt;a solitary captain with a diamond on his finger&lt;br /&gt;looking at the mast in the mist in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;a wreath of oak leaves&lt;br /&gt;come over here and put me out of my misery™ I sing to you&lt;br /&gt;I am food&lt;br /&gt;the mountain in the sunlight near the shore where the water touches sand&lt;br /&gt;young Tom Cruise lays on the driveway watching the swaying grass&lt;br /&gt;guerrillas in the jungle make hand motions&lt;br /&gt;it is left behind veterinarians dancing in a dark bar&lt;br /&gt;I’m fighting through the painful™ feelings in my body&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by thousands of asteroids and billions of comets&lt;br /&gt;he went in the store and bought some milk then got back into the car&lt;br /&gt;it is a lovely™ mummy in the museum surrounded by lights and tourists&lt;br /&gt;a small robot sits on the surface of mars surrounded by the moving dust&lt;br /&gt;and it does not pace it does not call home it is a slow burial&lt;br /&gt;the feather gently out of the pillow and down to the hardwood&lt;br /&gt;drowsy astronauts come back to earth&lt;br /&gt;it is a full size day-glo statue of liberty&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the glistening icicles&lt;br /&gt;I hold the phone with your number in the memory&lt;br /&gt;and think of calling you even though it is late you might still be up&lt;br /&gt;I place that small machine on the counter and walk away from it&lt;br /&gt;butterfly floating over a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise sings on a bus driving through the city&lt;br /&gt;it is crying cheerleaders running onto the field breathing heavily&lt;br /&gt;there is a snake in my heart&lt;br /&gt;there is a baby in my heart&lt;br /&gt;each small motion I make is a part of the code my inner life offers you&lt;br /&gt;the bus flips and lands in the yard&lt;br /&gt;someone crawls out of the wreck bloody&lt;br /&gt;I am full of love™ and heartbroken™ continually&lt;br /&gt;this is the battlefield of emptiness™ and overflow&lt;br /&gt;it is the generation of praise and lazy™&lt;br /&gt;we do nothing&lt;br /&gt;we put our face in the disaster and do nothing with it&lt;br /&gt;an explosion expands behind us and ahead of us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-4658965740863411016?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/4658965740863411016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/4658965740863411016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise9.html' title='tomcruise.9'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-4994598784691859504</id><published>2008-04-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:41:07.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.10</title><content type='html'>I’m not letting this bullshit™ keep me from sleeping at night anymore&lt;br /&gt;there is a shovel sticking out of the ground&lt;br /&gt;I am looking in your eyes on purpose and I refuse to look away&lt;br /&gt;there is a person walking out into the ocean near the city&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise holds someone over the edge of the porch upside down&lt;br /&gt;it is the chains on our limbs pulling us to pieces in this civilized world&lt;br /&gt;heat rises from the motor of the car idling in the soil&lt;br /&gt;a person struggles out of the wreckage torn metal cuts through the skin&lt;br /&gt;I touch your hair and look into your eyes everything is going to be okay™&lt;br /&gt;there is pain™ here there is sadness™ and a hand held out for you&lt;br /&gt;fireworks go off over the water the town gathers and looks at the sky&lt;br /&gt;there is compassion™ in the consumer handling the clerk the bills&lt;br /&gt;the toilet overflows I relate to it and sit and sigh before going on&lt;br /&gt;it is an invisible commitment to continue&lt;br /&gt;no matter no matter&lt;br /&gt;there is surprisingly™ more&lt;br /&gt;I am getting used to it to living with broken things&lt;br /&gt;and patiently™ mistaking my way to making them work™&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise clips a microphone onto his lapel&lt;br /&gt;the motor ignites and spreads with the explosion&lt;br /&gt;it flies through the air over the building&lt;br /&gt;and lands on the ground at your feet on the road&lt;br /&gt;it is the erupting volcano surrounded by tornados in the middle of a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;take a breath it will be over soon enough and back into the nothing™&lt;br /&gt;we are helpless™ while a chair moves toward us&lt;br /&gt;a yellow convertible driving down the road in the fall on&lt;br /&gt;the tv in the conference room of the party at the hotel&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise hops on one foot he kneels and touches his fist to the ground&lt;br /&gt;a body smashes through the dock into the water&lt;br /&gt;it is an organism only microscopes can see&lt;br /&gt;I listen to you and bring the glass to my lips&lt;br /&gt;we must go through this and I know that it hurts™&lt;br /&gt;and I am sorry™&lt;br /&gt;but this is it&lt;br /&gt;a bit of a disappointment™&lt;br /&gt;but it’s not so bad™&lt;br /&gt;and it is soo bad™&lt;br /&gt;don’t be afraid™&lt;br /&gt;I will cry in the sadness™ of us but there is no need to struggle&lt;br /&gt;your halo is a hollow spider web suspending a fly above the gas pump&lt;br /&gt;you’re your headlights let you see three-hundred fifty feet ahead of you&lt;br /&gt;the fog sinks to the ground and holds us invisibly&lt;br /&gt;once I could smell you&lt;br /&gt;the nebula slowly floats off&lt;br /&gt;it is a crown on a pillow being carried over to you&lt;br /&gt;a crowd by the side of the river&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing™ without you but it hurts™ too and that is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise touches the microwave that heats his popcorn&lt;br /&gt;we have been waiting as long as we have been here&lt;br /&gt;you can save™ yourself&lt;br /&gt;toucans in the jungle eat bugs from the bark&lt;br /&gt;while Tom Cruise puts his finger in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;escape into the world with me&lt;br /&gt;fiery cars on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;a bomb that almost killed every one of us&lt;br /&gt;and this is about as holy a place as we are gonna find&lt;br /&gt;we cling to civilization and repel each other&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone and speak and worry™&lt;br /&gt;for right now&lt;br /&gt;on the screen young Tom Cruise slides into the frame and pretends to sing&lt;br /&gt;I jumped up and gave a moth a high five&lt;br /&gt;and it died on impact and spiraled down to the concrete&lt;br /&gt;I am the hidden power™ of the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise sings karaoke looking around&lt;br /&gt;all of this is hostile™ territory&lt;br /&gt;where you can buy things and set them down&lt;br /&gt;and turn on the TV and the remote still gives something gracious™&lt;br /&gt;I accumulate habits and panic™ between habits&lt;br /&gt;it is one thing at a time for now and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise walks down the street with plastic wrap covering his eyes&lt;br /&gt;it is lurching forward and rotating in the metal box&lt;br /&gt;lean lean and regret™ &lt;br /&gt;that is what the bench gets&lt;br /&gt;paint paint and power washings&lt;br /&gt;that is what the wall gets&lt;br /&gt;someone stands on a porch in America wearing&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses some ice rattles in a cup in their hand&lt;br /&gt;a little softer a little slower here&lt;br /&gt;is a small bliss™ that passes&lt;br /&gt;a virtual reality in a reality&lt;br /&gt;it is a conveyer that moves pieces into holes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-4994598784691859504?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/4994598784691859504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/4994598784691859504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise10.html' title='tomcruise.10'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-2564370744812281337</id><published>2008-04-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:38:29.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.11</title><content type='html'>I walk through the tall grass towards the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;there are streetlights on and some car noise over there&lt;br /&gt;I kneel in the grass and my hair moves in the wind&lt;br /&gt;the grass moves in the wind&lt;br /&gt;the garbage near the curb moves in the wind&lt;br /&gt;I jump out of the grass&lt;br /&gt;and hit your shoulder with my shoulder and smile at you&lt;br /&gt;you push me back into the grass I laugh&lt;br /&gt;the milk coats the glass she drinks from&lt;br /&gt;a little runs down her collar and Tom Cruise hands her a napkin then&lt;br /&gt;he looks at his cellphone in the low light of the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;you skip with me on the concrete I sit on a curb and look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;what is it&lt;br /&gt;what’s wrong™&lt;br /&gt;it is a group of models dancing under a disco ball&lt;br /&gt;the balloon moves towards the clouds&lt;br /&gt;the cat stands on the mower and nuzzles against the window&lt;br /&gt;I say ‘how was your night?’ to you on instant messenger&lt;br /&gt;you don’t respond&lt;br /&gt;a few hours later I send ‘hello’&lt;br /&gt;and then a couple hours after that ‘okay, goodnight’&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise wears an eye patch and watches a war from inside a building&lt;br /&gt;I step toward the vehicle and invite you inside&lt;br /&gt;the movie freezes&lt;br /&gt;so these people kiss forever&lt;br /&gt;with the rubble in mid-air&lt;br /&gt;it is a video game played on a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;the clouds move over the forest slowly&lt;br /&gt;the clouds crash against the mountains and hover above the lake&lt;br /&gt;I send an e-card with pictures of birds in trees&lt;br /&gt;a submarine submerges and goes silent&lt;br /&gt;water touches the inside of the bucket&lt;br /&gt;a hand picks up the bucket&lt;br /&gt;water touches the window&lt;br /&gt;the empty bucket touches the ground&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise follows the directions of the gps&lt;br /&gt;I sing to you from inside the sonar&lt;br /&gt;a crowbar touches a forehead and&lt;br /&gt;the forehead touches the grass&lt;br /&gt;the scrunchie falls off of the person rolling up the passenger window&lt;br /&gt;we have a build in surge protector that keeps up from getting overpowered&lt;br /&gt;we are slowly saved from the fire by the fire™&lt;br /&gt;have no fear™ here the scary™ is the water we are born in&lt;br /&gt;from the yellow barrier I can hear a marriage and a motor and a tide&lt;br /&gt;there is the sound of small animals in trees&lt;br /&gt;I sip from the nozzle the water mixes with saliva&lt;br /&gt;a glass casket is carried by a crane over an estate&lt;br /&gt;I am rubble I rebuild myself&lt;br /&gt;knees run through dark gyms&lt;br /&gt;I shiver on this terrifying™ terrain&lt;br /&gt;turning my head back and forth frantically looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise hits the beach ball into the pool&lt;br /&gt;I am part of the dying equation&lt;br /&gt;it is the chariot and the chassis in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;you are soft reins in my mouth it’s just so empty otherwise&lt;br /&gt;I imagine I am the person driving us and I smile&lt;br /&gt;there is so much to everyday&lt;br /&gt;it is endless and insignificant™&lt;br /&gt;and I am glad™ there is no normal™ to return to&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise is tossed off a pillow into the world&lt;br /&gt;it was passed up and then it was passed up again&lt;br /&gt;just because that is the way&lt;br /&gt;and I lay down to think about it for now&lt;br /&gt;I jiggle I move my hand circularly over my face&lt;br /&gt;I will drop it for you&lt;br /&gt;I’m not hot on the trail of anything&lt;br /&gt;I’m just looking around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-2564370744812281337?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/2564370744812281337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/2564370744812281337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomcruise11.html' title='tomcruise.11'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204197805454913642.post-680378999362144467</id><published>2008-04-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:31:59.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomcruise.12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we are together on this turning planet in the expanding expanse&lt;br /&gt;we stretch to the edge of this&lt;br /&gt;you’re at least as complex as a planet&lt;br /&gt;your warmth moves outward&lt;br /&gt;you remind me of fireworks over enormous buildings&lt;br /&gt;I touch your cheek with my fingers you are underappreciated&lt;br /&gt;it is yours this is yours after all&lt;br /&gt;glowing bugs fill the air around us&lt;br /&gt;here you are entering a door&lt;br /&gt;and I am whole™ again&lt;br /&gt;because I look up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204197805454913642-680378999362144467?l=thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/680378999362144467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204197805454913642/posts/default/680378999362144467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegospeloftomcruise.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-together-on-this-turning-planet.html' title='tomcruise.12'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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