Home....a poem. |
Mechanic murmur and static breath,Of sedentary machines awaiting death.A ticking, clicking,When we are here we're gone,their automatic idea of home is wrong.This space, our place,A charging base,Where...
Posted by wanhala on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 01:29:00 PST |
a basic ranting and a new found loss of level headed hope |
Lets buy, rent, get our hands on some land. All of us. Too many of us. One small house, some trailers, tents, teepees, boxes, some wooded land. It could be about excitement, ar...
Posted by wanhala on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 03:06:00 PST |
Poem for my hippie project. |
Get lost deep down in the nature,
Inhale the green prisine,
step out of the world of aoerosol clouds,
let your mind inhale the clean.
Take in the breeze around you,
feel the disease peel o...
Posted by wanhala on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 01:29:00 PST |
new poem |
I can hear the brain cells popping
And my stomach keeps on dropping
My head just won't stop flopping,
side to side with all the sound.
The strange noises keep on going
And my blood is quickly fl...
Posted by wanhala on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 07:01:00 PST |
A poem... |
the pills, the chills, the spills.
why can't fun be clean?
light smoke light smoke
chug choke. Thrills?
just part of life's routine.
The friends, the trends&depends.
what does it take to make ...
Posted by wanhala on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 07:01:00 PST |
The inside jokes are back. =] |
Tacoa, jackson, acid kitty, deckaturd, Black in a Can Wigger to Nigger, Wet Burrito, Dominique Dominick, Moan of Arc, scum scum, potatoe guns, fake lip ring, eskimos are people too, smunching, jesus g...
Posted by wanhala on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 06:22:00 PST |
some dumb little poemies by me. =] |
If you get your kite stuck,for you I'd climb the tallest tree,and if all you need is comfort,then you can cuddle up with me.If you are looking for some good advice,I can try my best,and if you want to...
Posted by wanhala on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 02:47:00 PST |
Another one of thoes blogs tha just won't make sense to you. |
He makes my wrists itch. Baddly.
I swear it is his fault.
I still want to sit in a bath tub naked with him
just sit
and tell him everything
But the tub is still lonely.
But still a sanctu...
Posted by wanhala on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 07:18:00 PST |
Another gehy ass poem bye me. |
You can spill your acrylic heart to me.I will be the canvas for your blood.I can hold you in my arms and watch,as your tear drops turn dirt into mud.
What ever it is you are trying to broadcast,throug...
Posted by wanhala on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 04:35:00 PST |
A little poem I wrote just now. |
Im restraining myself when it comes to you.
Holding back just like you do.
I want to bust out of my cellophane chest,
But my heart just isnt up to the test.
Its just so awkward and Im so scared,
That ...
Posted by wanhala on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 02:33:00 PST |
