The fabric of our lives |
My arm reaches inside you
to feel the life of the world
My cold touch is to abide you
to make your stomach twirl
my eyes speak the truth
that no can keep from lieing
my mind remembers the shovel
so I ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 07:06:00 GMT |
Malice |
My death will be reality
for all those who dont believe
I will be the beging
of the end of the human disease
I will bring the purity
to the earth as it once had
for with one drop of my blood
Mother w...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 13:05:00 GMT |
Guessing shame |
I am the push that squeezed the trigger
I am the whisper that drowned your liver
I am the thought that hangs from you tree
I am not man not animal not he or she
What am I?
Posted by on Wed, 17 May 2006 08:31:00 GMT |
Its better to Burn out than to fade away |
As the candle wick flickers
as the wax melts away
I sit in my bubble of light
close to my candle I stay
The voices calling my name
and screaching in foreign tongues
eyes beging to focus
on the light w...
Posted by on Sat, 13 May 2006 11:41:00 GMT |
Living |
My moments in life are time well spent
because I do not remember the past
and the future is not here yet
I worry not about what will happen
because time can only tell
and the past is just the darknes...
Posted by on Sun, 07 May 2006 11:27:00 GMT |
As I stare with my eyes open I see only whats in my mind! |
In the mist of the night as the sun burns it away
I watch as the mice begin borrowing away
my ears beging twitching my teeth begin to click
My experience with ther elderly is enough to make me sick
I ...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 08:06:00 GMT |
Scary story |
My body becomes numb as I ready for deaths embrase
I can taste the blood of others now drieing on my face.
As I wait in bitter horror I picture my love in a field of tuleps
The devil brings forth the&...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 21:08:00 GMT |
A loving Father |
As the wrinkled dark man stood on the tomb stone
His hands in the air his voice monotone
Then a small quake as the ground started to sever
The hand of his child reach out from the sliver
As the man be...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 20:52:00 GMT |
watcheth outeth |
The late light bellowed for an open invitation
But all that was offered was a broken conversation
The last of the lizzards were turning in there beds
for the Queen of ample alement floated stealthly a...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 10:56:00 GMT |
anthropology |
The life of a face is as that of a match
pieceful at first until it gets its first scratch
flaming with fury enraged with hate
but soon afterwards it goes out and dicipates.
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 10:03:00 GMT |
