the flute |
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. We are as pieces of chess ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 03:01:00 GMT |
RANDOMALITY |
Crazy, broken insides, beautiful reality on yourself, tractor run deep into your soil ful ofmyst and seeds of hope instilledin my tightly woven webof constant dissappointmentsothers as well as my own....
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 04:42:00 GMT |
who am i |
I am trapped, I liveI breathe, I eat, I walkI sleep, I feel, I talkI see through into thistangled exhistance, down manyspirals at once, twice, 3times a time. flip this dimeinto the slot and pull the h...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 01:56:00 GMT |
hyfy |
space time are only and illusion so don't bitch at God go find the magician and scold himbounce out to the friggle fragglefiddle faddle go forth and ahead tillyou find your own333till the encd of it t...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
byrds |
byrds of a feather frock togetherlizards are just thereby and byunderstreaming into nothingnessdreams are meant to bewhat are you looking atme is I ’says my flydosey doe mostly moesometimes less...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 19:28:00 GMT |
wind blowing me home |
blooming like a red rose going where the wind blowsshoutin out from the roadlike this squirmy toad
Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 11:10:00 GMT |
don’t mind |
I don't mind failing in this world,I don't mind failing in this world,Don't mind wearing the ragged britches'Cause those who succeed are the sons of bitches,I don't mi...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 19:09:00 GMT |
we shall |
When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and WE by OUR actions and deeds shall make the earth green again...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:51:00 GMT |
missconceptively knowing |
Imagination is far more important that knowledge! Al Einstien
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 05:21:00 GMT |
what is the may tricks |
we shall seasaid the blind mice of 3when said the tall penguin now whispers the muse into the never ending spirals ofthe roads we've walked through the fire and iceto feel righteousnessthat doesn't to...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 11:51:00 GMT |
