Blanco is the New Negro |
Blanco is the new negroBlue the newest roseClever is the new dumbFor those in the know
Quiet is the new loudSilence the new musicFree is everythingOnly when you pay for it
A thought is only trueIf you...
Posted by Blanco on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 09:25:00 PST |
Every Now and Then |
Something has changedIt is time for me to goI stick around for encoresBut sometimes skip the show
It is easy not to botherAnd easier to forgetAll those minor detailsOf a book you've never re...
Posted by Blanco on Tue, 08 May 2007 09:03:00 PST |
I Thought You Were An Artist |
I thought you were an artistUntil I heard you singI mistook you for a poetWhen you didn't say a thing
I laughed when you insistedYou were a scientistYou had very little knowlegeOf what gears make life...
Posted by Blanco on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 06:23:00 PST |
Appetite For Privacy |
I have an appetite for privacy
No song can lift me from
No matter who is singing
Or which guitarist strums
Sometimes a bottle helps a bit
At times, wine does no good
It only brings me visions
O...
Posted by Blanco on Wed, 24 May 2006 11:42:00 PST |
The Party Was Over |
The party was over
Before it began
I longed for a drink
I longed for a dance
The party was over
Before it began
No smiles, no music
No secret circumstance
The party was over
Before it be...
Posted by Blanco on Wed, 03 May 2006 08:47:00 PST |
I Once Found A Book |
I once found a book
That had lines in it
I felt diminished
One sunny morning
I reread this book
The lines had changed
I no longer read
Books with lines in them
They're too much like peo...
Posted by Blanco on Sat, 25 Mar 2006 02:58:00 PST |
No Man To Woman Surrenders |
No man to woman surrendersWithout feeling a little guiltYet all men to women renderTheir very souls for them to fill
-A.B.
Posted by Blanco on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 11:32:00 PST |
February Is No Month For Poetry |
February is no month for poetry
It is an abbreviated month
More fit for war and love and death
Than it is for poetry
And its little wars
And little loves
And little deaths...
-A.B....
Posted by Blanco on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 11:09:00 PST |
Of Coffee and Cake |
There once was a café
Where we drank coffee
And talked
And ate cake
That café no longer stands
In its place, a coffee shop
Where people drink coffee
And talk
And eat cake
-A.B....
Posted by Blanco on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 11:06:00 PST |
Better Days |
Ever since the judgment came
I no longer count the days
I have been around for far too long
Time is just an open space
First it gives then takes away
Everything thats just, felt, or wrong
I ha...
Posted by Blanco on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 06:06:00 PST |
