Lines From The Back |
What news of the old carry the molds?How many times can we count the clouds and sickle the drops of rain with our fingers? Doesn't matter how far we've gone, just how gone us far. I can staple the sca...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 06:02:00 GMT |
Mindful of The Wind |
Castled streets lying in ruins
Awake to stares from a moon
Jointly surrounded my shoons
Do we all hide behind masks? Do we all write over things to a past to live again? Wheres the therapy in that? Fr...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:16:00 GMT |
Beers N Cheers |
Check the music. Make up your mind. Our kindling brothers cower our evergrowing kinds.How beautiful the memoirs of neglected paths. They stare acute to the shown in nothing but glaring stance.
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 17:37:00 GMT |
Searching In A Mirror |
Whats in a Name?
Whats in a Plague?
Whats the Desire?
To save our own Face
When going through so many trials in our lives, how do we know what we are doing is correct? By whom do we judge ourselves a...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 11:00:00 GMT |
Lonely Throne |
A bridge lying in the depths of trees
A path to the cure of your disease
Trying patience with the price of your head
How much was this life worth when your dead
With or without the trembling hands
Tha...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 09:06:00 GMT |
Sitting Without Music |
How many ways can we bring ourselves to comply? Never to the thought of a friend. Nor many friends, nor many foes.
Who really cares how many times someone lies to you? Is it not the peace inside ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 13:16:00 GMT |
Crown of December |
The days begin to fade, to a dim shade of grey
pondering the annuities, which have been thrown away
Lest we stand firm, to a light so strong
may we bind ourselves, and not be alone
How long will it ta...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 14:29:00 GMT |
Standing up |
Wondering if the shadows fall on my shoulders, i can only roll to one side. knowing when to roll is the task. lying here on the ground i seem to be pelted all too often with apples from above. who has...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 14:30:00 GMT |
Truth to Yourself |
Sometimes walking life behind the rope can calluse our ways and cause us to bleed impatiently into ourselves. when would we be able to acknowledge the fact that we were wrong in an instance of underst...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jun 2006 15:58:00 GMT |
conjoined fights |
there are too many times we find the labryinth too much for us to bear. yet all we can seem to do is close our eyes and swim wearily throughout the walls
everytime the blistering heat scours our skin,...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 22:52:00 GMT |
