Call of a Pigeon |
Here I am -
Entwinned around your obnoxious tongue,
all ears muffled by the chatter,
Constant,
Eyes are their echo - scathing every
word,
Complimentary slip up,
and I,
rest upon the arches of ea...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 05:18:00 GMT |
This is the Night |
The Night is like this for some.....
Tiny dots of migrant entities descending in patters of dashing colour, searing like fanatical spears though a punctured sky, Dynamite mindsweld a ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 16:19:00 GMT |
Undemolished Dream |
Undemolished Dream
Demolished whispers of a vertigo tilt, like rushes of a pent up indignant whim, froth at the mouth of heaven splutters,a breath, a caesura, a lull.
then...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 15:43:00 GMT |
The Final Mile |
Just another mile sailing
on the final flaw of a sacred anomilie,
&...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 10:01:00 GMT |
The Moon Core |
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I am unable to edit the layout of this poem, it is not meant to be laid out as it is below, however I hope you get the jist of it. Carrie
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Words, thick with sap from a
tongue ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 11:10:00 GMT |
The Scientist |
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You poked at the air with a stiff finger,
seeking out a pocket of mouldy soul,
and drilling through the film of skin,
like sticking a pin through the enblazened sun.
You found the...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 03:39:00 GMT |
Feather Father |
Faces emerge, my feather fatheryou are there, rustle up animage in pure air, our sanctummoment in bottled breath, a quipin the eye, a flickering stare,antiquity bequethed a fabric,dust away in the flu...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 07:15:00 GMT |
Dainty Deeds |
Awash with human ergot,
this condition is insipid,
swirled around the transiant heavens
for some looping in, and if not existent
in the interview...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:41:00 GMT |
Nothing Moment |
The desk is still there, in a corner of wasted space,
mildew comforts the unseen twist in smooth wood,
Evidence in a stream of tangled emotion gathers dust,
Where feet once dangled their pit...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 05:01:00 GMT |
Capturing Death |
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Abide by the unforeseeable rhythmn
of ancestors simply dwelling as they did.
In our dimensions of thick protective reality,
they leave no removeable blocks of life,
Meticulousl...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 13:43:00 GMT |
