A felt tip marker writes its fate in the airy streams |
A felt tip marker writes its fate in the airy streams
Socks on feet,
Wallet melted with the scorching light.,
Loners prosper within the intent of reverence.
And& memory resides&nbs...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Fri, 21 Oct 2005 08:47:00 PST |
The Jester who asked too many times |
The Jester who asked too many times
Can there be any other way to E
To exist amongst the weathered tree
Something there has yet to be found.
It lays not but 2 feet away
But...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Fri, 21 Oct 2005 08:45:00 PST |
The lost form of an Angel |
The lost form of an Angel
One crafty gaze turns the light into a blurry haze,
An incandescent form of reality?
Tripping from the blue airy film,
Falling from the skies beyond.
Lac...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Fri, 21 Oct 2005 08:44:00 PST |
The Rising |
The Rising
The rising,
afraid to fall, to tumble and rot&
but instead &light&energetic happiness
awakened the beast , not the horrible, but the forgotten,
&...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Fri, 21 Oct 2005 08:42:00 PST |
Only the Only |
Only the Only------------------Standing alone in the puddle of mud&.the shit of life&.the wreckage of love.With nothing in store with nothing to adore&..longing for the spiritual, the mental &&&&&.the...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
An untitled request |
An untitled request
As I lay awake, and crash with the sea
A sound, a murmur, exists amongst me
Can you spare some change
So rhythmically
Its all about recovery!
It tried to take awa...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Dropped Stones |
Dropped Stones
so, I traveled this path
The Path,
which has no ends
which bellowed harmoniously
which kept isolation
which alienated those with truth
which elongated time
which decompressed e...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Astral Corridors |
The Astral Corridors When the wind bellows upon the drifted sea Lingering CrashingEssentially done for the day Never comprehending the truth in the ripples of the times Lost by its effervescence Encap...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Self Red Is Covered |
The Self Red Is Covered. In a blue tinge of ecstasy Green velvets form an inner liningAll is lost in its completion. Skepticism leads to obliteration. Facial expressions show the pathAnd actions fall ...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
keep running around like something left in the sky |
keep running around like something left in the sky Elements of the mind forever wondering what might happen. Disagreements upon disagreementsTragedy upon tragedy In retrospect, it couldn?t have gone a...
Posted by Omar Bashir on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
