Leftovers |
It's the driver that crashes the carSo take a state of dominionLessons in edicate for life and respectable passingTo save yourself and your passenger's breath
Posted by SPEN on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 12:55:00 PST |
Consider Me |
I've caught that disease againThe same one as the last time you leftThose productive days fill a voidOver compensateAchieve what is required for your quality of lifeLoose what is necessary for your sa...
Posted by SPEN on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:28:00 PST |
Ideal |
I have a message to the smallest of threeWho's heart and soul fit a larger bodyThe crudeness and lips of a military majorReduce the surface, find the mind of the freeAware of the misunderstanding of b...
Posted by SPEN on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 06:18:00 PST |
Never going to see that old body again |
With the softest of melodies I fell in love. The pressure of the q-tip sequences and polyrhythmic imbalances allowed for the spontaneous combustion of the brain cells on the right side. The fragments ...
Posted by SPEN on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 04:17:00 PST |
Like Day and Night |
We didn't even look back.The chariot just kept on rolling
I kissed you on the cheek 4 months behindThe last blush my lips had ever feltI thought the world was going to endOr completely wash awa...
Posted by SPEN on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 04:31:00 PST |
JumbleJumble |
One who spreads the truth of what he's foundWill strike an easy frownPerhaps I don't see the jewel in the hovelThe reaching hand in lifeless breedsI seem to be distracted by the many modesThe thoughts...
Posted by SPEN on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 09:05:00 PST |
Passive Until Present |
I love my improv class :)
If the earth were to explode I would be okMy particles would maintain a concrete imageAnd though they would combine with a billion other beingsOrphansArtistsArticulatesThe pa...
Posted by SPEN on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 05:34:00 PST |
Third Degree for Eternity |
Oh those swaying lanternsEmphasize my ideal center and complete my ideal fateLet me dream what I desire to beAnd keep the truth away from meIt will give the means to my own destinyWhether it be pleasi...
Posted by SPEN on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 05:29:00 PST |
Skimming |
If thoughts indicate movementsThen damn, I'm not humanBecause the pattern of what I seeI don't believeAnd the man's desire to breed will be pleased
Call me a cannibal for other's objectivesI might hav...
Posted by SPEN on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 07:38:00 PST |
Loud bodies |
One, two, three, four concrete wallsColorless container with incompetent contentsMe, three, four, five sprouts from the midSections spread with skin and delerious
I have reservations for how many year...
Posted by SPEN on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 12:45:00 PST |
