filthy rich

approached by a ghost

approached by a ghostI'd given the mostwhat's left in the bottleis fit for a toastasked to take partin destroying a heartworn like driftwoodburied on the coastthe burrow designlike a splinter insideI ...
Posted by filthy rich on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 06:38:00 PST

a little verse cause Im bored at work

1,2,3 and I call the shots. I'm the thief in the night that never gets caught. When I dress up tight I wear polka dots..and anyone who laughs is gonna get shotI ride a silver chariot made of gold. My ...
Posted by filthy rich on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 12:20:00 PST

the bong rip

flame becomes a firemy mouth's a smoking gunthe smoke is lifting higherI ride it to the sunthe space I occupyis mine alone I knowis mind (allowed to fly) or is mind (a floating vessel)caught up in the...
Posted by filthy rich on Mon, 07 May 2007 03:25:00 PST

cinco de mayo pome

There's a thirst insideto drink the ocean dryand drown within the tideand swim into the lightThere's a pull to meetthe child inside of meand teach him how to beless selfish and less weakI wait and wai...
Posted by filthy rich on Sat, 05 May 2007 01:50:00 PST

rusting in the shade

I'd planted my feet in the ground but the ants came to claim my skinso I uprooted, ran off and found a new spot to begin againI thought I was safe but to my dismay the airplane shadows creeped inso I ...
Posted by filthy rich on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 01:40:00 PST

I submit

I follow phantoms sent to me down a path that's narrowingShe lures me from cell to cell into a trap I know so wellSo willingly I spring the trap in hopes that she will pull me backbut all along she wa...
Posted by filthy rich on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 06:50:00 PST

'nother pome

silent field copper pipe plate of flies in freshest nightsunken womb in orchard pies, ravens glide in dying lightmorning monarch tip-toes through an open door latchkey removedto press her face, young ...
Posted by filthy rich on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 07:28:00 PST

Home

Why my load so heavy?Cause my path is rockyand my arm is wearyand my brow is filthySo I'm coming homeWhy my blood so dirty?Cause I fought the enemyand I saw insanityand I took it with meSo I'm coming ...
Posted by filthy rich on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:00:00 PST

struggle

Sounding signals to birds round gallows pole cloven hearts split seperate by scents of past misakes house searching eyes, wailing lament in the night i feel in debt to remorse for gift of sudden thoug...
Posted by filthy rich on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 01:26:00 PST