Archaica |
AlwaysRememberCondemnedHeathens,Adonai IsComingAgain!
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 05:19:00 GMT |
Raining Justice |
To kill&Wrong right?To knowingly take a life,no matterthe reason;Is unthinkable.But what is war?It's preventionof killingthrough killing.Ending lives:saving lives.So if, by chance, one wereto kno...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 11:40:00 GMT |
A Trying Friends Sonnet |
You wanted juice, I filled your cup; Dropped your mitten, I picked it up; were stuck at work, I sat there too; Cold? I started your car for you.
For you I stepped barefoot in snow,And let you watch yo...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:44:00 GMT |
Broken Dreams and Silent Screams |
Your parted lips, they spill the tale&Desperate attempt: to no avail.I want the truth, you're feeding lies; Spinach casserole of alibis.Your shaking hands, your tear-soaked cheeks, and an anxious knot...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 18:45:00 GMT |
Beautiful Stranger (a poem) |
You will never know; did you know that?I'm the only person who does, you see, And I will never tell.
Maybe you will wonder,Or you might just be the type to assume.It would be very strange and forward ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 23:01:00 GMT |
Life with a Fallen Sky (poem) |
This lonely toll booth is a constant reminderOf the boulder strapped to my back.Seventy one and life to go...Half praying for a heart attack.One hundred thousand in debt but stillI'll force myself to ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 13:09:00 GMT |
Archaica (Poem) |
[Falling clumps of burgandy rock]One hundred voices scream as one[Pupils dialated in shock]As freightened human cattle run[Buzzing and creaking, eerie sound]Dust floating wet: half-empty glass[Abandon...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:59:00 GMT |
Attention Wanted (Poem) |
Sniffles and sobs over the phone,The clock bedside blinks 3-0-0.Intoxicated and alone,She has never felt quite this low.She needs a friend, wants something more;Something he's not willing to give.Shiv...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 11:45:00 GMT |
Punks... (a poem) |
> Attending again a show of just punk.> No rocking or rolling, its a good thing I'm drunk.> Even jazz, or funk, or Purified Monk,> Would trump this dump of a genre called punk.>> Wiggling my way to th...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 11:23:00 GMT |
Derek is in the Corner (A poem) |
Derek is in the corner.Never more charming, he carries on,Talking as if to an old friend.Swimming with sugarAnd tetrahydrocannibinoids.Adourned in reds and blues.He is half-spider and half-man.Hours p...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 13:57:00 GMT |
