invisible and transparent |
subtle ways by which you comea scale from high right down to nonepity your objectivessend your deep cries onwho is distinct and who is subduedwhere is the satelite of the abusedindefinite life and ben...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 17:14:00 GMT |
What is going on with Charlie Sullivan |
Charlie was always an odd sort of person, he dreamed all day and scolded his pillow by nightfall. He was a character if you engaged him in a thought that he was willing to present to others. Most othe...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 19:37:00 GMT |
where are my apostles? |
Although I've spoken these words for years
The tendency falls upon deaf ears
The cinder blocks thrust through open courtyards
and my mind sinks deeper into disregards
I've looked valiantly for thou
y...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 19:01:00 GMT |
but i am my own |
Early morning came I spread my wings and began to sing My voice eminent in the breeze Every note depicted spring The rain cloud shook down Like a bullet from the sky Said you're a caterpillar Girl, yo...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 19:02:00 GMT |
my world |
silent mind, open to the possibilty of madness
daydreaming often enough to live outside the earth
old enough to know but too insane to care
my world is there
living underneath the ground
above the sky...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 22:55:00 GMT |
ummmm |
crazy as it may seem
there is no such thing as in between
diligent as I am
I was blind as far as the eye could see
it was different and slightly disturbing
the way you walked left me motionless at hea...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 20:42:00 GMT |
today i cried again |
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today i cried again..just like yesterday my tears fell softly on my pillow. I discouraged the notion that you would come again and coerced myself in the deep heart of things to come. I'm still ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 13:21:00 GMT |
face |
Painted your face, full of life
Your face, your canvas, your only device
Show your work of art to the world
Beauty is important to your type of girl
Look at you, a little more
Outside great, inside so...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 13:20:00 GMT |
in a show |
No time to think, just to act
with no reaction
In a play
all by myself
I was the queen
Once more the peasant
Star of the show
won my own award
cast the vote
and smiled the winning smile
I bowed down...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 13:19:00 GMT |
you |
Death is not my angel
agony not my friend
But pain and heartache brought fortune to my hungry hand
Love is not forgotten
happiness remembered
but fear remained and ideas are left on the cutting room f...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 13:18:00 GMT |
