One More Revolution |
this mystic persuasion like a lead weight beyond sight, hinders and accentuates. there's no answer outside of the dream. the sunshine sets on a curve, rises while the cock calls...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 10:11:00 GMT |
You and Your Sun |
here comes that black dog again, swaggerin' in, so sure of the situation and his intent. His eyes are the blackest thing about this beast, two moons, no sun, like black pearls undead they...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 09:34:00 GMT |
Ours Alone |
We transformed our lust into fruits of our perdition, walkin' it short down a long road winding into tomorrow, today. towers await and and the world crumbles, fall...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 18:24:00 GMT |
Break Fast |
What is the difference between a blessing and a curse, but what one exacts from the gift, given in love or theft? Where are the true severed temples, fingers wriggling in the mud of blood and dirt? ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 08:54:00 GMT |
Of Love and Blood |
The red light dances on the keys,hammered substance prevails once again,while the widow weaves incesantly, always thirstin' more.No muse, no jazz, no hum of constant revery clings without ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 10:02:00 GMT |
Its All Over but the Violins |
what i mean, what i need to say is this, the window never sleeps, the dogs they always eat, kept firmly tucked, the idea ofsurreal dichotamy weeps, like a sore that never needs to heal, but in ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 09:32:00 GMT |
The Kiss |
These eyes, the mystic windows, your moony pearls, gaze in perfect stillness. These, your eyes, the hail of skies unearthed and drawn into coalition, a condition of creativity, are a...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 09:20:00 GMT |
The Moments Bend |
May i never have a "greatest hits" album.May every symbol and note be clear and true, not rehashed but unabashed and mysterious. Let the hot heavens intrude and alw...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 21:11:00 GMT |
won |
metal to the mouth, the rythm of saints isetched upon the wanton glow of belief. the midnnight man meanders,free in caged ascentshows, befriends the sealof the moment, and without doubt, the mer...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 19:38:00 GMT |
The Staff |
the jaded nemesis and page unfurled, leads to you here now, I am, and in youthful intent and admiratation, just following the drift,the wisp of the windthat wails, and leads me to your eyes, the...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 19:35:00 GMT |
