The Tree |
I raced you to the waters edge after we marked our territory under a tree that perched over the Pacific. A bit presumptious it had grown, yet with all rights to the view. It struggled through the ye...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 10:03:00 GMT |
Disconnected |
There is a certain dissconnect this evening where everyone seems distant even though they seem to be reaching out. These lovely women making contact, yet making no sense in the process... I am receiv...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Sep 2009 21:06:00 GMT |
Falling Stars (All Characters are fictional) 1 |
I set down my glass knowing that a refill is moments away. There has been far too much heavy thinking this evening. I remembered what you said as you slowly faded&Something to the effect of I still c...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:35:00 GMT |
And so it is.... |
I wish and dream these exact moments in an attempt to feel real&No wishing here.That drain swirls like reality in a spiral, and I can accept that fate.There is loss.It is real.Its just that at most t...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 22:16:00 GMT |
Life in the hands of a Cabby.... |
True Story: Some Cab drivers are nuts at 80 mph&Playing it safe. An appropriate fear of the cops and knowing the limitations of my probation, I take a cab whenever there is a drop of liquor in my bloo...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Aug 2009 01:43:00 GMT |
The Missing Hour... |
The missing Hour& I saw the Persiods, flashing like thoughts quick as lightening to give moments thought, then leave with a disappearing streak& There was always a trail of luminescent vapor, but noth...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 22:23:00 GMT |
The Green of the Veranda, and the smell of the Ocean from Dell Mar... |
By verandas of green I buy you breakfeast and bloody Marys... It's only the 13th of the month, and we can thank our lucky strars for such an experience.Like an ice planted boat, I know it's over.Cues...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 00:39:00 GMT |
This Seat is Taken... |
This seat is taken.Wandering the halls of desolate and infinite choices, some grand and some gone wrong, I have made mine.Why is my heart so stuck?There is this love thing that sticks like red wine to...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Aug 2009 04:29:00 GMT |
The Darker Truth.... |
Deception is the soft key, and the darker truth serves better under lights&Its always time to leave begs the clock&"What the Fuck are you getting into?"No reply.I know I will lose out in the end&No p...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Aug 2009 01:36:00 GMT |
Sea Storm Eyes (All Charachters are fictional) |
Sea storm eyes that peer with a look of destruction. The storms that were weathered before come back to haunt and replay with clarity that can make one insane. But, it was her choice, not mine, so I l...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Aug 2009 20:36:00 GMT |
