destined to fall |
Plumage of bent steel,rusting-a soliloquy of things gone by.Life fights against timeand time patronizes.All beingsstruggling to livebright untold momentscollide in a symphonic catacomb of catastrophe....
Posted by emilylime on Tue, 06 May 2008 07:40:00 PST |
cherry rust sermon |
written 2/1/08There is a mouth on my wristand it screams gaping obscenities,proselytizing to the still-seamed shut skin of the gentle few.The cherry rust sermon drips with sincerityadmonishing the lig...
Posted by emilylime on Tue, 06 May 2008 07:33:00 PST |
found this |
people in glass housessmoking thrown rockspace maker clock worksinvoluntary ticks when he talksrunning his mouth like a marathonaround the blockno timeto thinktoo fastto walk...
Posted by emilylime on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 12:47:00 PST |
what is what of 06/27/07 |
What is your poetry if your words mean nothing? What of your lies, those claims of truth?What is our love if your heart so easily turns?What joy can come from a caress withheld?What can one say in a o...
Posted by emilylime on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 08:51:00 PST |
rest lest in jest6/26/07 |
the air is still,my body restlessfrom all things cognitive my self divested.Hands panting patterns-abridged tickles on skinmy thoughts indulge my bodyrather than wrestling the grim.Afterthoughts,after...
Posted by emilylime on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 08:41:00 PST |
La- can you dig it? |
part of a paper I wrote years ago...Lacan applied a very chicken or egg kind of argument, the chicken is in the egg but the egg is in the chicken, to the subjects' relationship to the picture. "The pi...
Posted by emilylime on Fri, 18 May 2007 09:29:00 PST |
decrepit denominations- oldie but goodie |
The world revolves around a hole in my pocketA gravitational abyss of loose change that always stays the same-Dead men cast in silver still,Cause warsDead men drawn in-GreenAccount for envious surchar...
Posted by emilylime on Fri, 18 May 2007 09:24:00 PST |
picked clean |
you mistook thirst for hungerand devoured everything i had to offerrather than drinking from my spiritmy upwelling of affections surged onward-despite.but has since exhausted itselfstarved for recipro...
Posted by emilylime on Mon, 14 May 2007 01:34:00 PST |
Aspirations of a Muse |
Sequestered-exiled nymph once so covetednow resigned to tepid feigned molestation.Hollow bodies collide in an empty embrace.My porcelain hands,reaching frantically for something to holdare shattered b...
Posted by emilylime on Tue, 01 May 2007 04:09:00 PST |
love kills |
My affection sprayed like automatic gun firein an attempted assault on your ambivalence,ricochets off the imposing barrier of your cold shoulderand fatally wounds my ego.Killing you with kindness is k...
Posted by emilylime on Tue, 01 May 2007 04:07:00 PST |
