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An odor like an acid sword madeOf plum branches along the road,The kisses like sugar in the teeth,The drops of life slipping on the fingertips,The sweet sexual fruit,The yards, the haystacks, the invi...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 07:23:00 GMT |
Broken Hearted Girl |
If you needed one-
or two
a few to make your own
to heal whole the holes in your heart
from me bleed all you should happen to need
take them. feel free.
sew them as seeds
(they sprout jsut like ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 09:11:00 GMT |
The Moon is Watching You |
To cleanse me
my consciousness
would be divinity
release myself, my thoughts
to drift upon the pathways of the inner void
skirting an abyss
faltering upon the edges of internal chasms
anxious for a fa...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 07:43:00 GMT |
Natural Blues |
the trick is to walk between the raindrops
sometimes that comes easy
the breath you took without thinking about it
when you found out what the trick was
it's harder when it floods
when that dark cloud...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 07:31:00 GMT |
Dreams..... |
My dreams are vivid and disturbing these days. I keep remembering the things I was told at the Buddhist temple in Ontario......could he have been right about it all? Are my dreams trying t...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 05:12:00 GMT |
The Grey Landscape of the Mind |
Spirituality should have something to do with the spirit, the individual spirit innate in all of us, and not only that of greater philosophies, mysticisms, or religions. ...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 03:26:00 GMT |
What I Learned in School Today |
See Gwendolyn. See Gwendolyn write. Write Gwendolyn write.See whitey. See whitey subjugate minorities. Subjugate whitey subjugate.See negros. See negros rise up to kill w...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 03:55:00 GMT |
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Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 04:52:00 GMT |
Animals |
In the back alleys, the streets unswept, never maintained by the city custodians, where litter and excrement, both of animal and human animal, collect unattended, slither the serpent and the saint.&nb...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 23:42:00 GMT |
Ants and Rubber Plants |
at the top of the world the miles between us a chasm windswept and desolate where weed flowers grow from cracked cliff faces ice river below flows feverishly passionately caressing the banks chewing r...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 11:02:00 GMT |
