ode to creator |
Defender I know what it is I feel from you.A need to defend what the creator created.If theres a watch, theres a watch maker.And sells his work to a business man,like-wise,The Creator created womankin...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 23:55:00 GMT |
Cartoonest |
We got to many people trying to wage wars and not enough cartoonist! I went on a drunken walk through the mall today and found a cartoonest selling his work printed on T-shirts and post cards; some re...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 01:46:00 GMT |
Pound a week rise |
The Pound a Week Rise
(E.Pickford? - arranged by Seven Nations)Come all you colliers
Who work down the mine
From Scotland to South Wales
From Teesdale to Tyne
I'll sing you a song about The Pound A W...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 03:05:00 GMT |
FlyBoy views |
Theres a continental divide between two land masses contrasting each other in subtle distinction. They were once one, enveloped by one salty sea, governed by one superintendence, inhabited with the sa...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 22:04:00 GMT |
The subject |
I am defined as undefined.
Undescriblable emotitions uncertain as to the correct symbolic description for such a chemical reaction. A repletion of a reservoir swellining up from battered fields and w...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 20:33:00 GMT |
Go’in after zen |
Resiliant is my drive to perswade my "self" into a self-ritiouse meaning to life. Defending the meek from the tyranical brocken hearted. And I've become the enemy to better understand what its like to...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 09:27:00 GMT |
Tough times never last, but tough people do |
I walked St.petes streets guided by the fabricated light, a few years wiser with a repaired heart and a corrected thought pattern. I jutted out from allie ways carrying a ticket out of this...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 21:57:00 GMT |
On top |
"If my skinn bleeds red blood when you cut me, but my heart is made of stone; what am I?"
A cherry she said, as a good peace of missunderstanding was clearified in a letter. How usefull i've found pa...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:47:00 GMT |
Mr. Black |
It starts with the hairs standing up on the back of my neck; then my lungs gathering every bit of rage on one inhalation; then air rushing past my ears, dulling the sound of the sirens voice down the ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 19:12:00 GMT |
Time |
The quiet boy quickly marches with winters stride and a robotic divinity. Tender heart in a tempered metal masquerade concealed majestically with a contemplative demeanor. Down the corridor and out t...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 20:31:00 GMT |
