leather chap |
You needn't say more,Or regret what you already have, Because I know the shape ofThese hidden things we'veLeft unsaid, which rot and witherWithout the relief of enunciation. They huddl...
Posted by obZen on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 10:34:00 PST |
Why I left myspace for a while.... |
Why I left for a while: Time was a premium for me; all things sped up beyond my capacity to make sense of it all, and spending hours in front of a computer making money for the man and then coming hom...
Posted by obZen on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 09:43:00 PST |
alone in bed |
What strange resonance: The cold wind coming eastward across my back and face: This is my god now, so too is the hallowness of each morning that I awaken alone; the imprint of your body now fully sha...
Posted by obZen on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 03:26:00 PST |
like a foot up mikehunt |
I've given up on making sense of your intentions--you parade and corale the fairer flockto assemble an ego harem... geisha girl i am not.
Posted by obZen on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 10:11:00 PST |
wing span |
And I thought of the albatross, And I wished he would come back, my snake. For he seemed to me again like a king, Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld, Now due to be crowned again. ...
Posted by obZen on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 01:09:00 PST |
you......... |
If there was some way to embrace you despite the mistakes, missteps, miscommunications, misunderstandings...I'd swallow you whole--a lustful mouth of the ocean, pulling under and bringing you deep int...
Posted by obZen on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 01:42:00 PST |
I’m NOT crazy--just an HSP |
I so wish I had not deleted my other blog. I had a lot of good info about Highly Sensitive People. I am a Highly Sensitive Person. What is a highly sensitive person?Highly Sensitive People or HSP make...
Posted by obZen on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 12:03:00 PST |
theres no place id rather be |
alive in your lens. you capture me accurately.this is our love.
Posted by obZen on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 09:16:00 PST |
random |
--stream of conscious-she walks among the crop fields,fingers full of grain and looks fondly at me from yards away.i remember her first salutationto me years agowhen we were freshly brokenhearted from...
Posted by obZen on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 07:25:00 PST |
the revealing hours |
when you're nearI lament my wasted youth--the hallow promises made as a young manto my wife when I still lusted after the girls with soft eyesand breastsand long hair and breasts like yours, and how y...
Posted by obZen on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 01:12:00 PST |
