One Of Those |
Since I (regrettably) don't have the opportunities to hang w/ my extended fam & friends like I used to, I like to use this forum to catch up with folks. Of course, I would much rather be ey...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 05:38:00 PST |
Beards and Vitamins. |
Just wanted to drop a quick note (yeah, right!) that things are going well&I see the light at the end of the school tunnel. Of course, it could be a train&but that would suit me, too. I just got induc...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 07:06:00 PST |
Ron Thomas |
Rest easy, my friend. I cherish every moment I've spent with you. Your energy will live on...
With Love & admiration.
Posted by A Saboteur... on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 07:09:00 PST |
Sophie Sixteen. |
2007 is probably a year I'd like to forget, but need to remember. A lot of lessons these past 12 months. At times, hard lessons. But damn, Alicia perfectly captures how I feel right now (looking back)...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 03:59:00 PST |
The 5th Poem. Other whatnot. |
POEM 5
Written as a lyric, 2000.
The Soil, The Oblivion.
The virus of messiah is the true vein of war
A stave of frenzy, the human animal's horn
The dead offspring of the rival, such her...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 01:24:00 PST |
Poem IV |
Written as a lyric, 2001
Abductive
"Flick, flick, flick"- The voice of fire's wick is lit.
The dusted stretch of my skin on the drum is a tailored fit.
The Lotus, The Furies, and the "e...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 07:20:00 PST |
Profound |
The most profound explanation or perhaps even advice I ever received was when I was 19 years old:
White folks play on their greens, black folk eat theirs.
And that, cunt & cock holes, ...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 03:51:00 PST |
See These Babies Spilling Out Of Their Cars |
See These Babies Spilling Out Of Their Cars
Ain't been a blog in a while as there ain't been much to blog. But then that makes me fe...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 02:57:00 PST |
Poem .3 |
Written as a lyric (and a eulogy), 2004.
In Lieu Of
You are on your own,
when there comes a time...
Who's sun has to set,
for yours to rise?
When my time will pass,
throw me in th...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 07:48:00 PST |
Poem .2 |
Written as a lyric, 2002.
AUTOMATIC EYELIDS.
Oh, the phantoms that I keep
filled insane without sleep
The dope and womb-fluid, the nectar in my veins
both are the sweet source of my grav...
Posted by A Saboteur... on Sun, 13 May 2007 11:41:00 PST |
