my new husband |
used the word clandescent
this is one reason, amongst many, that I love him.
more soon.
Posted by s on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 04:38:00 PST |
all good |
look at that beautiful shadowlook in those eyestell me it's goodall good to lie and look up at the skyfor hours the walls the shadows of lighttime goesnot comesand time it goesto consider give metime ... Posted by s on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 07:27:00 PST |
a dare |
i want a bind without picturesi want the records obscuredlike the moon in the skyi want no witness, no dressi want a first order joyno veil betweenand the visit of visions be minei want truth in the p... Posted by s on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:23:00 PST |
volition. |
i can feel this will to rage then laymy face on concretefreezing to the grimebut placed, self-placedin street and mindthere's alwaysthe skin left behindi can feel this will to rage then laydown weapon... Posted by s on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 10:50:00 PST |
fail to try |
people don't change i would like to burymy hands in your facei would like to ascend people don't changeby growing these nailsto dig out a grave &n... Posted by s on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 08:24:00 PST |
erin moure, aspirations for 8 |
I can t seperate the lungs fromthe air.One day death will come!If you write back to me is allI care.For one day death will come!From all care is writing, the lungsto wear.For one day deaths host will ... Posted by s on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 10:49:00 PST |
thinking on kindness and back on the bus |
Bus Throne Things were starting to get too complicated. I'd better call my mother later on when things got a little simpler. I didn't want to push my luck while I ... Posted by s on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 08:20:00 PST |
who be singin this song? |
When your mother sends back all your invitationsAnd your father to your sister he explainsThat you're tired of yourself and all of your creationsWon't you come see me, Queen Jane?Won't you come see me... Posted by s on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 12:17:00 PST |
the wind more beautiful than the leaf |
balloon more beautiful than the streetfloating high above the homes and hustleorange as fucken hell and heart-felt shellthat balloon moving as all movesmoving as all and i in the wind the leaves on th... Posted by s on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 06:23:00 PST |
heart like a rock cast in the sea. |
Women Like You(the communal poem- Sigiri Graffiti, 5th century)They do not stirthese ladies of the mountaindo not give usthe twitch of eyelids. &nbs... Posted by s on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 05:43:00 PST |