not this one |
these lakes and rivers that pass by my window traveling this country in search of a calendar day a day i have dreamed of since childhood perhaps i still ama child in the body of a now 30 year old man... Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:21:00 GMT |
this is not poetry |
this is not poetryit simply isat ten to 3 on a tuesdayit is not artit is only a moment i am realonly a moment i'm not sure that i feelthis is not poetrybut you may or may not choose to believe methat... Posted by on Mon, 29 Sep 2008 23:57:00 GMT |
the ALL that IS |
ALL is.every soul in its proper placeevery stone is knowing spaceevery son and every daughtera part to playin cosmic orderthe darkthe lightand every shade in betweenall growing somewherethat can't be ... Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 00:44:00 GMT |
catalysis |
back in the big city...and its good to be home...it was time to return and dig up old bonesretire the clouds and retire the groans of a burden full-grown...so i dig in the earth and clean all this mol... Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 10:16:00 GMT |
Fiduciary |
Fiduciary- adj: held or holding in trustThe i inside my eye has been without And the o inside this oh has been within My heartOh my heart!I have guarded from the start.I have cherished without partI h... Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 10:51:00 GMT |
sea foam |
i SEA many thingsi SEA the secretknow the truththat is beyond wordsand that is my prisonthis bodythis mindthis love this heartthis prismthreefold elevenand eightfold forevermultiply that by a brother ... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 22:06:00 GMT |
a prayer for pain |
I shepherd of the verseWeathering stormsI cant rehearse.Determined Praying Long enough to see this throughWhoever you areI am youSent home to unfoldSent home to deliverBent on serenitySerpentine lifea... Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:26:00 GMT |
id be lying |
Its been a while since I was honest with anyoneEspecially myself I'd be lying if I said poetry feels natural I'd be lying if I said I was perfectly fine with the way I pass the days timeI'd be lying i... Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:07:00 GMT |
dis ease |
sometimes it gets that i cant breathethis is helli'm diseased Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 01:42:00 GMT |
trust |
"An artist earns the right to call himself a creator only when he admits to himself that he is but an instrument. "author, creator, Poet! That man has not yet existed." Thus spoke Rimbaud in the arrog... Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 12:27:00 GMT |