Prodigal Soul |
My fleeting sensibility Elusive and estrangedWhat once seemed tactileOut of reach
MirageI think I saw for a momentCognizance so quickly lostEscaped
What a dance Oh what a beautiful tragedy
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 23:58:00 GMT |
To her |
Anticipation floods my every thought
Pours between the cracks of my inhibitions
Drowns my aprehension
And
First day of the rest of my life
And
First day I remember
The waves seem timid now
...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 11:18:00 GMT |
Autumnal Requiem |
Autumn
Thief of adolescence
Crept in while I slept
The air now brisk
Old wounds now open
Blue skys turned heavy and gray
I once stood in this very spot
But in a far different place
Time ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 18:24:00 GMT |
Weary Traveler |
Oh perpetuation of unrealistic standards
I lay burried in your slagstone
Sufficated by delusion
Intense and overbearing
Broad encompassing embrace
Your burden envelops my sensability
Col...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 08:19:00 GMT |
Moment of Peace |
The clouds hyponotize
If you so choose to see them
If you choose to look
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 07:28:00 GMT |
Thorns and Wings |
The rat knows not of his infamyLice ridden Plague stricken despised The butterfly cares not of her beautyLissome nymphWinged dancerEnchantsSardonic parables flood my thoughtsAs I lie distressedThe tho...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 14:18:00 GMT |
Revelations at Daybreak |
I think I lost my soul On my way to understandingEvaporated while I sleptBlood and tears have spilled so freelyVeins are dry and hollowEyes like glass, their surface crackingSee my life from the third...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:09:00 GMT |
Breathe |
I see avatars walking with no eyes Brutal injustice wrang from rinds of sun drenched laborers while the bottom of the hole is never reachedThe fruit always bruisedTom Joad rolls in his grave Broken ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:53:00 GMT |
Exceeded Expectations |
Oh my sweet VenusYour Adonis awaits youEpic love aboundMy hands like paddlesNavigate your sea of fleshSteer through your riversI wet my palette With a drink from your fountainHot, moist, and wantingTh...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:47:00 GMT |
Losing Perspective |
The sky opened up at duskBreaking under its own weightImpeded not in her fallHer rain shed in curtainsWith force as if being thrownWith malice and convictionStoic gaze as I driftedTo what once was for...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 16:47:00 GMT |
