where i find pain ( 4 inspiration) |
My mind is a collecter of
moving pictures that appear
so real it could be
breathing on my neck.
It is a place
where I find solace
like silouettes
on my bedroom wall.
Clothed in fresh garms
my sou...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:21:00 GMT |
Cowboy Blues |
The long road gets narrower
the home gets smaller,
fast diminishing in the landscape.
I look to the moving trees
bidding them farewell, they look different
at night.
I tilt my head and see
the night p...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 07:07:00 GMT |
is it really warmer in July..... |
or has the autumn come early this year.
I remember early November
I was aready contemplating the first sun rays of spring
hoping the seasons rebirth
would serve as a fruitful
preamble to the ensu...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 09:55:00 GMT |
I wish I knew U |
lighting candles,
cherished thoughts
adorn the temple of my mind,
like a ceremony
Warm glow,
flowers blooms on my face
I am indecipherable
amidst reverie.
open hands,
reasurring words su...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 09:48:00 GMT |
quick marvin poem |
when marvin sings,
it can humble
even the most calloused hearts.
His vulnerablity becomes
a faithful friend,
showering the skin with
pricks and pimples.
His voice sweet like wine,
yet there are no ill...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 13:12:00 GMT |
freedom flight (silence is not strength) |
How can you not be moved
by the variations of the blues
can you not liberate your soul
when you are touched by instruments of love?
Observing an immortal soul
showcasing pure light
of her consciousnes...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 11:37:00 GMT |
Clive full of grace |
I should be grateful
not regretful
not lead filled
but full of grace
until I become obese
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 23:46:00 GMT |
trying, yearning |
my thoughts turn amethyst blue when the groove gets under my skin the melody implanting sad notes until goosebumps sprout. The haunting harmony I adorn like a veil keeping my sorrow body conceale...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 23:39:00 GMT |
touching serenity |
when another light goes out
or when a spirit becomes weary
that is when i should be touching serenity
not tarring my heart with bags of coal nor contracting
like ice cold water spitting on my skin.
I ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 09:07:00 GMT |
This morning |
i had a reality check this morning.
My overfed mind
conjured what appeared to be my life;
overblown and bombastic.
as the reverie played out,
fragments of light started chipping away
at the calloused ...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 04:14:00 GMT |
