part 4... |
2:23 pm
i am too keenly remote
and familiar with my
surroundings, the environment.
dreaming some unfathomable
notion of myself, my
intelligence, which thus
far has solely only yielded and
grant...
Posted by jared on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:56:00 PST |
part 3... |
1:15 pm
i am the aged
beaten
untraditional sailor,
burrying storms,
cutting water with
a thin spread ship.
narrow,
treacherous,
a hole on deck,
a rip in the sail,
expected to steer
this vessel ...
Posted by jared on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:45:00 PST |
part 2... |
6:23 pm
through grey eyes
the days shorten.
orange and red
and dawn cut through a
purple sky.
elevated,
beyond reach,
i awe at its quietness,
eagerness to retreat without a
reconciliation...
Posted by jared on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 10:28:00 PST |
part 1... |
10:13 am
i had a chance.
out of all the empty seats in the
world i fashioned
one most fitting
for rational,
for that girl.
i had my chance.
hums and engines,
pistons pushing up, down,
sweet whi...
Posted by jared on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 10:12:00 PST |
wild horses... |
relapse
and maybe i'd be clean
if only i knew she'd come back
but what i need
is what kills me...
the symptoms to my relapse....
Posted by jared on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 07:43:00 PST |
seasonal / manic... |
here i fallwith damp and fadedshades of greensfrom the darkest treesand monumental man madearchitecturesrooted and harvestedfrom deep seeded misery.this is the prequalto death and the chill of winterh...
Posted by jared on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 09:18:00 PST |
leaving... |
blue eyes nailed to my coffin, please leave the funeral in an orderly fashion. may i forget you on the road for i'm leaving home, with an xoxo...6.02.06 - Lemoyne, PA @ Championship6.03.06 - Kin...
Posted by jared on Wed, 31 May 2006 10:51:00 PST |
but not for such as you and i, my love... |
we were looking out of broken windows a glass picket fence. fuck. i killed it again. spilt my drink red wine while you think "i was never in it to win it" trickling to our feet a sad river indeed. th...
Posted by jared on Tue, 04 Oct 2005 05:30:00 PST |
it's simple talk at best, like 'how's your weekend?'... |
the last of what the locksmith crafts. stationed quietly under the yellow ribbon next to the sorry mournful begonia rubber soles for the soul cursed word nothing more i got a ticket that night no ins...
Posted by jared on Mon, 10 Oct 2005 08:31:00 PST |
may 19, 2005... |
STAR WARS - EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH
Posted by jared on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
