An Early Winter |
The Sun drinks all his water gone in honor of the Written one. His rays now shades of Blue and grey, he closes his Eyes and looks away. Freed now from duties of Truth and Day, it is the Uncrossed star... Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 16:19:00 GMT |
(Untitled 2) |
Grit and snow beneath my toes. Ocean's ancient, silent wave and Stone. Peasants write poetry in the setting sun of a dying Politic. 9 Commandments still offered. A Tsar whispers A promise to... Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 03:54:00 GMT |
Untitled |
Torn packages arrive from FedEx. And now I owe myself an apology. With heavy hearts and heavy shoulders do I send Them back to you. Thank you for the shower. Today I climb the Tower Higher and fo... Posted by on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 03:19:00 GMT |
Youll be gone today . . . |
Today a momentary Birth Is realized. And perhaps this First Born's hold will outlive me. Perhaps she will laugh gracefully and unapologetically at the past's traditioned pause and empty holiday. ... Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 03:40:00 GMT |
Follow the Leader |
Matthew Ryan - Follow The Leader LyricsIt's follow the leader, babyThat's how it's gonna beIf you ever really wanna get lostThen follow meFollow the leaderWe're in a solar systemTogether and al... Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 16:03:00 GMT |
Ochered M |
Dusty Senators momentarily pause and bow their heads in forfeiture to the wakened glimpse of a Hopeless Glory. Draconian heralds of Nine month's pleasure would be silenced by an unexpected Intruder. A... Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 16:13:00 GMT |
First Kiss |
First child's look perception denied
Anger's guarded indifferent stride
Fearful dance of things untried
Perfect morning's face would moonlight instead hide
Gentle warrior's embrace would rather l... Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 15:02:00 GMT |
Broken |
Broken
Are these ambitions, hearts, strides, hands, moments, smiles, early morning impressions, and twilight embraced successions
Gentle and brilliant whispers search for dust, reaching from fingers t... Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 15:55:00 GMT |
Feelin. . . . |
Feelin smeared somewhere between the shyd corporate and the fast-food retarded; where the Pope may have fallen but the Mission lives it's truths. Thank you good government for the forced foreign langu... Posted by on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 14:07:00 GMT |
"When you look at me" |
If you could see what I see when you look at me. . .Would you rip apart this place stone for state and with your own bare hands, build a church of favorite things and unforgotten chance, misunder... Posted by on Mon, 15 Aug 2005 14:44:00 GMT |