Greetings from the Front, Zetta Lover |
As you have become accustom to the infrequency of these communiqués, one must ask oneself as to the ...DANG!!! I so dislike it when those blasted back country lizards dive bomb me and then just cr...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Oct 2010 22:56:00 GMT |
(all the birds fly away) |
then up forced my eyes i see,
gliding floating
with such
grace rarely reserved for this moment of my day, beauty.
only knowing of such whilst willing toward me
i begged
'oh beaut...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Oct 2010 23:42:00 GMT |
two steps right and over the edge |
its so nice in here my
little fear being in
here
so unalone
its very dark in here my
little dEAR have you
found a home?
YESOHYES NO LONGER TWO ROAM HAVE...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Aug 2010 23:33:00 GMT |
there is the system |
(dont
you think i have enough things
to
worry abo do you think I have enough to
worry
about what with the chopping off of your
fathers )
behold
and lo
behold
an...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jul 2010 22:49:00 GMT |
Greetings from the Front, Lizard baiter, |
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Posted by on Sun, 27 Jun 2010 00:09:00 GMT |
bang |
...so he finally gets time firmly grasped in his hand only to pop like a thin glass bulb. POP! powder red sand escapes briskly through his fingers to a gentle restful motionless lay in front of his ba...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jun 2010 21:22:00 GMT |
it's a perfect day for me to love you |
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Posted by on Sat, 15 May 2010 19:47:00 GMT |
slap me down |
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Posted by on Fri, 23 Apr 2010 21:29:00 GMT |
foreign lands |
............
if i could move you toward me,
in unassuming ways. or i toward
you. if i could make it rain.
when you speak i am liquid moving
effortlessly within the sound of your...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jan 2010 23:41:00 GMT |
cold |
............
petals escape from my fingertips.
not so much as the rise of sun
that brings a new day of solitude,
but an escape through a barred window
swirling downward towa...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jan 2010 20:21:00 GMT |
