A child’s dream |
And I dream,
As dreamers dream.
Walking through the forrest,
Only imagined.
Great hardwoods,
Swaying with the force of the moonlight.
Green,
Filling the space of scents,
In my fantastical theory.
Fill...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:23:00 PST |
A word for this |
Talking is like saying things,
That bubble to the surface,
Of this vast ocean of thought.
So much lies below.
Unsaid,
And waiting in shadow.
Answerable only to the touch,
The sound,
The moment of you,...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:22:00 PST |
Fill the Well |
~ Fill the Well ~
She is my drug,
Nameless,
Formless.
My need of her is boundless.
She is my guiding,
Defining light.
She is poison,
She is pain.
I ask for her by giving,
My body,
My history,
M...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:21:00 PST |
Old Stuff 11 |
Electricity is screaming through my system,
like a bolt of lightning,
fresh from my heart.
New and almost paralyzingly bright and beautiful,
it fills my mouth with the taste of sulfur and roses.
I ...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:20:00 PST |
Old stuff 10 |
Perfect Moment -
I have this dream,
with no sharp edges,
soft and warm.
No pressure against my body,
But we touch.
No agitation in my heart,
But I feel you there.
There is a turning,
Within me...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:19:00 PST |
Old Stuff 9 |
Tic Toc
~Tic Toc~
I feel things shifting,
I feel things changing.
My whole world re-arranging.
Switching places in my head,
Dreams alive,
For hopes dead.
Because I'm thinking,
And I'm shaking,
And I'...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:17:00 PST |
Old Stuff 8 |
Between Us -
Angels and teardrops,
And twisted blue things.
Spin off of my thoughts,
Like raindrops,
In rings.
Falling,
Colliding,
And catching on fire.
A storm of memories,
And darkest desire.
Glidin...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:15:00 PST |
Old stuff 7 |
Sleepy -
Cruising down a highway,Of wasted Sundays,And listless nights.Forgetful in my slumber,Of yesterdays nightmares,And tomorrow's dreams.The clock hands have frozen,2 minutes to noon.Whispering w...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:14:00 PST |
Old Stuff 6 |
Poisoned -
The water laps up around my neck,It's not cold,But not warm.Dreams are washing away from me,Slipping into the water.I feel like poisons are leaving my body,Making me shake,And cause quiet s...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:12:00 PST |
Old Stuff 5 |
Sunday-
Waiting like a washed-out lullaby.Stinging dry,No tears in my eyes.Not another day to slowly creep by.My bare feet touchdown on the drive.Walking forward into the light.Mid-afternoon's like a ...
Posted by Mr. Fancy-pants on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:11:00 PST |
