sleep disturbed |
i awoke last night grasping at my chest, hoping for air.....looking for a smoke, straining to move....and then a sense of nothing........before i awake again cold, with a van full of soldier like men ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 08:37:00 GMT |
Scenes from the soon to be novel "The Times Of Silence"by the ajmusedproduct |
The endless lines of the lost highway that we all seem to wish for, the undawnted seemingless motion of moving forward without turning your shoulder. The perfect visions of Johanna, waiting...always, ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 06:49:00 GMT |
Friends Gone a Walking |
Broken down words.....
&nb...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 04:59:00 GMT |
Thoughts of a new year |
Next years thoughts only days away
The mind sets shift on a new drift
As we play out ways ways of a new year life days
Away from the chaos after the craze, the new movements
to new ways, unyet playe...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 04:52:00 GMT |
Street life |
The strangest man, becomes your only companion,
the visions of Romania are like footprints under our feet,
We are nothing more than what the society feels,
And what about Billy Name, Same needs, we al...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 18:19:00 GMT |
To all my new friends |
To my Ali's
To my Dali's
To my Heroes
To my Life
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 22:47:00 GMT |
Sleepy street dreams of romance |
Romance in the blink of an eye
Midnight and visions under headlines undeliveredwheres the pictures behind these stone city figureshere, take me, awake me, chase me with that way to exite mewoven read ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 22:43:00 GMT |
The Wishes Of the Steet Writer |
Desolate Angels
Desolate angels at my feet
are you here to rescue me,
i have the eyes but do not see
I have the faith all I need is the belief.....
Lonely beaten tracks in my mind,
Get lost in ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 18:30:00 GMT |
My WEekend is dead |
Closed Eyes
People Lost In
A space of Time
Lasped ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 00:49:00 GMT |
Street Poetry For The consumer |
Susan Waits For Me&&.
Conveniently I stroll from my untidy room out the front door and down the tree lined street that my home sits on. It's casually quiet for a street directly behind one of the most...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 04:01:00 GMT |
