To have one soul and perish to a man |
To write again so soon would be for heels to quickly follow. I feel your hot breath again, your face pressed close to the page (screen). Mine is an old literary style, forsooth. Nay,...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 15:49:00 GMT |
Leafing Idly Through a Dog Eared Book |
Is this high tension condition a good connection whilst I am sooted o'er? Not in your blackness, mind you, but all lights grown dim as a making of mine own, to wit, my own unmaking, if you will....
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 01:04:00 GMT |
Ignore the prophecies and awake the nameless. |
He has been freaked out because he gets associated by you with the writing. Unfortunate for me because he's the scribe. Thus my absence.
It's a short double-edged knife. Are you mout...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 00:53:00 GMT |
It is only a matter of hours since I wrote here last, but know this: |
I have been thinking of you all the time more than ever. Are you still thinking I should be rehabilitated? No? You're a bad liar and inconsistent in your confidences, but good a...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 01:03:00 GMT |
You cannot deceive me in any way at all, unless you are a sheep-killing dog. |
(The count of your mantra is showing pearls of blood on your left pinkie).
Sick. Sick. Sick. There's a pile of curses for you, six times six times six. Am I sleeping, Beast? I see you walking by....
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 23:31:00 GMT |
The reader who seeks a deeper understanding is beginning to feel anxious, wouldnt you? |
My own curiosity is such that I am willing to read what follows, even moreso than the reminiscences of a cowboy or the Confessions of St. Augustine.
There is so far a distance between what I see ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 18:15:00 GMT |
I walked and walked again today but nowhere can I shake your grasp. |
You are so much in my morphogenetic field it disarrays me and tears me apart like hot magma hurling. You tug so at the core of my being that I barely hearken peace. There I ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 19:06:00 GMT |
I am walled inside a crystal sphere without a space jacket or bus stop near. |
In this shocking yet sensitive journey through my mind I still hear you screaming even though I left you behind. How long has it been now? So word goes out stay away from that one. Y...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 23:43:00 GMT |
I am savouring the futility of another pointless day of drift |
....from solitude to solitude in a sea of endless grey yet seas of endless grey punctuated only by brevities of my pathetic writing. Used to be the words seemed only surface and m...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 20:11:00 GMT |
Your words are unjust deceit. To fool me thus will never be meet. |
For I am of another time and never would I foil in rhyme.
Centuries hence I am no longer sure why I persist in this writing. My voice has lost all trace of eloquence no turn of phrase no po...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 22:00:00 GMT |
