a complete dissertation on the effects of contemperary emotional rock music on todays youth |
in these days fo middle class mediocrity, where a sense of self image is all but non existant, it seems to be a common trend for the youth of america to follow just about any media icon im which they ...
Posted by Gumby on Thu, 03 Nov 2005 12:54:00 PST |
life, love and the act of arson |
the days have long gone, the nights are all that is left. i wait for you, in our usual spot, but you never come. the roses in my hand wilt as i grow tiresome, but i wait nonetheless. ...
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
i'm sick of this! |
sometimes it seems you only have to suffer through so much more, then everything will be fine... is there really a light in the dark?
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the box |
dragging the cadaver of my former self,
post-examination,
through the long,dark trail.
the skeletons of the deciduious trees loom over me.
i walk this death march, head held high, awaiting execu...
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
my fun day |
lying here, bruised and broken, watching the apathetic corporite cell phone jockies pass by.
do they offer a redeeming gesture of kindness? a simple "are you ok kid? " would do.
i guess it's just no...
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
untitled |
hiding within the ever looming presance of ones own shadow
creeping within the hallways of your mind
crawling about from just past the corners of your vision
these nocturnal monstrosities, de...
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
For even a corpse needs pride. |
washed up on the shore,
my body lies cold and lifeless
the carrion birds circle in expectation
for their lifeless entree' awaits
will i be found before my dignity is stripped from me?
for even a ...
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
sailing the fleet in the desert |
i watched as a thousand flagships slipped into the cracks,
but as I have told them before,
sailing ones fleet in the desert is not at all productive.
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
7 3 ( H |\| 0 L 0 9 Y !!!!!!! |
rising from these shallow rooftop catacombs,
dancing about these post-production monoliths.
pillars strewn about thoughtlessly
reminders of this ugliness among us
darting about betwixt these monst...
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
throwing away my dreams |
Throwing away my dreams at the bat of a make up coated eyelash, time and time again.
this whore that is my destiny, ever picking up the pieces, scattering the remains.
A sight so flawless, yet horri...
Posted by Gumby on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
