Of Being Uprooted... |
NO! UNACCEPTABLE!You said it best and I'm not taking no for an answer.I've spent too long fighting Life's cancers...Disease, Distaste, Distrust. Truth is I'm a lover, Not a fighter,and I'm throwing up...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Aug 2009 02:37:00 GMT |
Panther |
I love you.All of you.Always..
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 20:13:00 GMT |
King of Hearts |
I was abducted by aliens.Robot insides are breaking through skin...No one would believe they were communicating with an extraterrestrial.That is, unless, they had drugs in their veins. Indigestion.No ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 21:07:00 GMT |
Cataclysms and Catacombs. |
...and his hand reached towards the heavens while the life purged from his chest. Dissipating everlong... knowing only his regret. Shouting, "MESSIAH! JEHOVAH! WHERE ARE YOU NOW?!" The Weeping Willow ...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 13:50:00 GMT |
Burial on the banks... |
Home is where the heart is.It is rather unfortunate that I don't know where I placed it last. Is it here?Is it there?Suppose it's neither... or both? Elementary equations such as one plus one equals t...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 03:38:00 GMT |
Recesion. Recession. |
Of beauty and silence.
Disease and distaste.
I wander your fading eyelids without meandering haste.
Invitations to taste pale pink fruit on forbidden tongue.
Why At?
Why at a time such as t...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 20:01:00 GMT |
Fuck. [It seemed fitting at the time.] |
It's 103 degress in my room...I am bathed in my own sweat... relishing at the thought that maybe one day it will be someone else's.Isn't is strange how people come and go in your life at the most rand...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 07:38:00 GMT |
Life when invested calculates interest... |
Start here.Oh, the things you never use could save you. Struck by lightning... Static electricity pulses through your crippled hands to your amputated feet. Blood is burning and spills from your forei...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 20:03:00 GMT |
Into the center of each: Holding your’s. |
Missing something never have I known.Holding what I cannot feel.Feeling for another mind.Loving created pursuit of satisfaction.Insatiable.Always wanting more...When I say I want you... it is then tha...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 20:51:00 GMT |
Still don’t know what love means... |
Have we forgotten what Beauty feels like?
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 12:23:00 GMT |
