Root Beer Caps, and Licorice Snaps |
Just after sunset, and I'm awake. Sitting Indian style, blue converse getting darker, and checkerboard squares like storm clouds between her maroon high tops, now brown; pig tails come out. An ora... Posted by Jasen on Thu, 08 May 2008 07:25:00 PST |
Good Thoughts Bad Thoughts |
Travel like a KingListen to the inner voiceA higher wisdom is at work for youConquering the stumbling blocks comes easierWhen the conquerer is in tune with the infiniteEvery ending is a new beginning... Posted by Jasen on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 07:11:00 PST |
Mercy Me.. |
I learned mercy from my father. He finished off a dying dog once. He said that killing something against its will was murder; unless you wanted to kill him, and he wanted to die. My father also sa... Posted by Jasen on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 05:32:00 PST |
Where The Wild Things Are.. |
I used to take my dog with me when I used to jog, and we'd go up to this park near my house, and I'd let him off the leash, and he would normally just fall asleep on the cool grass, or give a try at ... Posted by Jasen on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 04:18:00 PST |
I Havent Looked Much Like an Adult |
I haven't looked much like an adult.I'm still 18, I just got my car. I'm rebellious, unapologetic. Tattoos, coffee, cigarettes. And one hell of a hunger for spiking my vein with Highway markers, stale... Posted by Jasen on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:14:00 PST |
It Isnt Our House Anymore... |
It isn't our house anymoreuntil we are gleamingwith sweatas thunder raises hair on your arm.We shared the flesh of an applecool and sour stinging my swollen lipsthe silence of a steady rainand bare f... Posted by Jasen on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 08:10:00 PST |
Beefy Asparagus Burgers |
He's wondering what she's writing about him from across the table. He waits patiently; arms crossed, legs extended out onto the floor spac... Posted by Jasen on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 06:23:00 PST |
Midnight Scarlet Moss |
Laying in a leaning treebranch over water thick as my waist,but sullen and hollow within.Midnight scarlet mossand I'm on my backSilent, I hear sediment groan at the river bottomcatfish purringdragons... Posted by Jasen on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 05:33:00 PST |
Happiness. |
The Lonesome Man: "What are you Doing Hummingbird"Humingbird: "Well, I'm being a Hummingbird...What else could I be?"-Jasen"The heart loves, but moods have no loyalty. Moods should be heard but ne... Posted by Jasen on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 08:26:00 PST |
The Story Of Our Lives, By: Mark Strand |
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1We are reading the story of our liveswhich takes place in a room.The room looks out on a street.There is no one there,n... Posted by Jasen on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 09:08:00 PST |