I am |
I am the fuse of light looking inside out.
I am the stiching with out wound, fraquinse that consumes every seanse. the insect with wings but never floon, my sanity is a blood bal...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 08:24:00 GMT |
remembrance |
what registering recreation dose this road drive us, passing through and hiding outside, by side on opposite sides of drive bys the history pays visit twilight twinkling from a god made flashligh...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 10:59:00 GMT |
this poem is for the grieving |
FOr the Grieving
We as architects construct buildings and saituaries based on the phenomenon called love. We linger in our past pacing ourselves for the present, and constantly forgetting we are resid...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 17:52:00 GMT |
a poem for Edward |
I lisen to the pumping in your chest like a drum calling for a breaze of you sweet breath
As I start grasping your right hand and squeeze gently to remind you i am here, even as you dream
Our hair lay...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:51:00 GMT |
epidemic optical |
epidemic optical
Epidemic acknowledgements that ache the small of my back. Acknowledging every optical simultaneously and insignificantly.Should I summon my enter solder at time of triuphietness...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 17:07:00 GMT |
land no land |
Land No Land
This place is hollow, transparent, constently reducing it self to microscopic value.
this place is hell in enter walls and enter narrower thoughts, has been seen but will never be done....
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 02:48:00 GMT |
