Morning Commute |
It was that magical time of morning when the city is waking up to a new day and finally closing down the old one. The sounds of the garbage trucks starting their engines and the train pulling into a s...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 22:49:00 GMT |
Oui |
The wind blew down the avenue, skirting around over under and sometimes through the auto filled lanes. Carrying with her the sounds and smells, the whole vibe of the city on her wings she headed up ru...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 01:03:00 GMT |
FreeWrite |
I've sorta stopped caring about stuff, about everything. I've become lazy in my attitude toward the world. I used to feel like things had to be done and I had to rush around and accomplish things, but...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 21:16:00 GMT |
Old NEws |
We are players in the DramaWe all turn the Wheel of LifeAnd written within our eyes is the essence of starsIs your body the road to your soulIs your touch the truthThink of me when you rest and wakeMy...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 15:44:00 GMT |
Goodbye USA |
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 09:07:00 GMT |
That’s Just it Jerry. |
"That's just it Jerry, I don't know how to recognize time anymore. I feel like If I blinked my eyes, and opened them I could be anywhere at anytime." "Well, go ahead Nathaniel, I'm not going to stop ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 13:23:00 GMT |
Black Flag |
"So black is negation, is anger, is outrage, is mourning, is beauty, is hope, is the fostering and sheltering of new forms of human life and relationship on and with this earth. The black flag means a...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 09:38:00 GMT |
Untitled Number |
The story of two starsRunning parallel for a little while Through the galactic nightOr is itInterstellar dawnTo the eyeTheir story is a flash across the skyBut perception reversedSeems like an eternit...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 22:24:00 GMT |
What I did today at work |
After the daily abstractionDistracts thoroughlyWhen the spirits and un 3-D'dEntity'sDecide to leave me beA face driftsLanguidlyAcross the InfinityOf Eye and LidReminds meGentlyThat IUsed to be weAnd N...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:35:00 GMT |
The Old Man Sure Can Snore |
Things change so quickly. The stillness that crashed on my ears was deafening; wave after wave of nothing crashing on the shores of my being. Now the stillness is replaced by the sounds of my old man ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 02:22:00 GMT |
