four walls falling |
faith. imagination. humanity & love.
all piled on the side of the road.
slabs as ramps to lift us all up to where?
only time knows this and sooner than not.
we'll all be tempered smiles throu... Posted by fire on the mountain on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 01:29:00 PST |
so i'm trying to get it right |
one step at a time i am trying to do the right thing by people, but how many people really want the right thing done to them...or better yet, what if what we think is best for others is really what we... Posted by fire on the mountain on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 06:31:00 PST |
leave or or love it. |
it's the now. pressing on everything between the sky and what we feel. sparking waters that never flow the way we think...stuck under the thumb and screaming for an out...the fire rests gently behind ... Posted by fire on the mountain on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 08:14:00 PST |
bad words make the world go round. |
In five words or less describe your life: lucky, lost in every thing. The clock reads whatever it likes, steady on the 808 while the weather outside continues to further assert the fact that weat... Posted by fire on the mountain on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 03:53:00 PST |
a reason to perform miracles. |
stuck. i am pressing on the gas and nothing happens, this happens often; more so then i'd like to be and i still have to catch the bus to make sure that i got to work. i had found that the car a... Posted by fire on the mountain on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 08:24:00 PST |
garage doors. |
grated in some strange fashion.
a fiction thicker than most.
paranoia strikes past the front door.
it's a heavy ride,
like garage doors and a mallet.
over and over again.
the air. ... Posted by fire on the mountain on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 02:51:00 PST |
porcelain doves |
all sprained seasons, turn right side up and make amends.
someone will say sorry, i don't know...i mean maybe they will.
who knows...maybe they'll shake their hands i mean.
if people read the good boo... Posted by fire on the mountain on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 10:42:00 PST |
pt3 |
"Bob Dole likes Peanut Butter&"
"Why are you saying that?"
"What are you thinking when I say that?"
I started laughing.
"Bro, I think of Bob Dole in his underwear sitting o... Posted by fire on the mountain on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 12:05:00 PST |
part 3...tbc |
Jimi stood outside in the freezing rain only in a pair of shorts and a wife beater; looking at the side of his car.
"What up man&" We gave each other a pound.
"I think I fucked up my rim... Posted by fire on the mountain on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 11:58:00 PST |
nothingnes into nothingness [pt2] |
"How long does he have?" I could have cared less with how long he had, in long run that just meant that he had a long enough chance to make things right by the people he had wronged and I really wasn'... Posted by fire on the mountain on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 11:23:00 PST |