Summer Comes; The World Ends. |
I used to be such a burning example,I used to be so original.I used to care, I was being cared for.Made sure I showed it to those that I love.I used to sleep without a single stir,'Cause I was about m...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 14:02:00 GMT |
Inadvertantly lost. (A>1@0BLO ?> >@C68N) |
I give the ruse.If you come back, maybe moments of slight solace will return. Maybe when I sit in city cafes early in the morning, there will be some feeling there. Maybe as I sip my coffee, and I loo...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 03:30:00 GMT |
Cymbal/Crash/Limbs-My husk still sits atop a hill at Philippi, with Marcus Junius |
The listless summer evenings, where the heat drives my head to different places.Where these hot nights, in these tiny dark rooms, make the voices in my head whisper.Every kind of music, ringing in my ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:36:00 GMT |
Please, excuse me, dear lord. |
Let me die in this moment of honesty, because after I rip my guts out in front of you, I don't want the shame of having to meet you after this.I felt like I've never done anything good enough, for any...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 00:17:00 GMT |
Orchestral Rampage. (The Regiment) |
You are the sky-scraper that cuts into the sky of the desert I endlessly meander through. No matter where I am, as long as I turn back, I will see the clouds half-heartedly sulking around the cap and ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 17:53:00 GMT |
Another late night session. |
A song fades up, a song that signifies the beginning of a journey, and the end of an era.
A man quite odd looking, who seems to have been through a lot, stands in the morning air, in some ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 02:39:00 GMT |
Prologue (A taste of straight-forward narration from a memoir.) |
The summer started, as it always does, in a rather lackadaisical blur. Days turned to night peacefully, and just as languidly the sun would rise. The procession of days was of no consequence. (Wh...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jun 2006 01:43:00 GMT |
Fifteen dollars, and a handfull of realizations. (Choice for a far off captain.) |
Lets not trade stupid grins, shall we not?You'll never care, and I always have, so don't pretend to relate.It's one weakness I've been begging to rid myself of for quite some time now.
You've always b...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jun 2006 01:34:00 GMT |
Alabaster, and obsidian, soon to be consumed in fire again. (Old gems.) |
This silly boy, hands raised towards the sky.The damned prasing god?
When does your senseless optimism cave in? I've seen it before, I'm sure.What has revived such a flame?I've seen it before, I'm su...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 14:00:00 GMT |
6 years. (A break was needed, I suppose.) |
Contemptus mundi?Possibly.
Stories regailing beauty and trechary.
The wisdom of our fathers, far-fetched at best.Limbs dangling wildly.Cool air-conditioning, and a desert that stretches for fur...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 22:15:00 GMT |
