FATE |
We always want what we can not have. Reaching for the unattainable fruit excites and tortures us. At times, you may believe that you have a good foot hold, only to have the branch snap beneith your ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Apr 2010 18:08:00 GMT |
soul gardening |
Sometimes I dream of the past and wake feeling like my chest has been roto-tilled.
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 16:33:00 GMT |
Imagine gStone as an old radio announcer... |
I was home alone and scared out of my horses. I could hear the wind fucking, and off in the distance a fence was howling. I crossed the room, locked the fire and climbed into bed, p...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Nov 2008 14:23:00 GMT |
Twighlight |
when darkness falls on Summer's end so in your absence i shall begin when Darkness falls the race is done and Love lives not when Hope is gone goodbye, sufer everything's gonna be all right... the l...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 23:26:00 GMT |
Floater |
Lately, while gazing up at the bright sky, I see a sinuous creature through my right eye.A translucent worm with a thorny crown,A round set of jaws before a long flowing gown.When I move, she moves, n...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 13:33:00 GMT |
In memoree of six twenty three |
Water water on the seedsTo my left they rose and leafTo my right cross Seven SeasMaybe maybe they'll stay trueMy seeds will cross and then take rootAnd leave you to an empty roomLonely lonely that is ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 11:16:00 GMT |
my old best friend |
Last night I dreamed of my old best friend.If only for a brief moment, and only in my mind,it sure felt good to walk side by side once again.I somehow remembered him exactly as he was... handsome and...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 07:30:00 GMT |
Pomegranate |
As old man winter begins to disrobe the majestic trees, and Ceres' beloved daughter Proserpina heads back to Hades,darkness falls on summer's end.We bundle up in our new winter sweaters and coats,pull...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 18:40:00 GMT |
waterbaby |
You're heart is served coldYou're sights are set in perfect stone,And when you go you go alone,And when you stand you're on your own,I wash the streets from your skin when you come home We're nothing ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 00:52:00 GMT |
Letter written by Don, Missy and Laura in 9th grade... |
Dear Satan,I really want to know what is going on. I think it is imperative you tell me. It's only fair, after all, I did buy you a Christmas present.-DYeah, I sent you a birthday card, but did you ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 19:52:00 GMT |
