Perhaps 1 |
Perhaps it is love you need real. Tis true, that images we write. Be truth I said in words what can describe my soul as love. There is such waiting need to be of one. Listened to all and ... Posted by on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 16:56:00 GMT |
Winter ~~~variation 2 |
You that I loved In your absence my breath suspended.Did my heart break at your throne? My last thoughts will be desire, My spark hides my wanting place. And I with my promises tears fall hard.... Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 10:55:00 GMT |
Theyll say things..... |
they'll say things about you he saidin a world where where all messagescame from distorted memories and makeshift moments our love was once a gentle human sounda soft and l... Posted by on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 21:19:00 GMT |
Maybe |
Maybe it was from a memoryanother lifetime that your imagecomes to me. A still life in motion.Familiar and close from a millionmiles away.
It touches reality before it growswings and flies away, back... Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 11:39:00 GMT |
And as she.... |
And as she looked in the mirror she saw that shedid not recognize the face that stared back at her.It was a strange sensation that left her feeling numband dispassionate. There was sonmething ... Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 11:41:00 GMT |
She hurt..... |
she hurt herself persistentlywith that hot double edged sword to her soul. tempting fate. knowing she was the only one who could destroy what she was. wary and defiant all her wounds up f... Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 21:40:00 GMT |
How Beautiful |
She stood silently alonefeeling the life slip away from heras her heart clutched at it tryingdesperately to hold on. An automaticresponse she thought for she wasready to go. It all seemed so pointles... Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 15:17:00 GMT |
watercolor ghosts |
watercolor ghostsveiled in stained glass black velvet hear satyrs confessions of the rarest virgin climaxmoods slow. revolutions naked.the bestial red apple is wounded as... Posted by on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 21:56:00 GMT |
Something |
Actually a work in progress. Reflections on the process.
After nine years, I smoked a cigarette today. And it was just like a remembered it to be. I forgot how I missed the taste of it. Camel ... Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 23:20:00 GMT |
Welcome to Paradise |
Welcome to Paradise
Posted by on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 23:53:00 GMT |