a favourite |
The Goring
Arena dust rusted by four bulls blood to a dull redness,
The afternoon at a bad end under the crowds truculence,
The ritual death each time botched among dropped capes, ill-...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Dec 2005 00:26:00 GMT |
anothre poim |
Stolen
Sneaking, phrases
Escape
Lips, trembling,
Tongues,
Their lapping tips
Softly slip
Through words,
Approaching.
Mouth,
Pulling at limbs strings,
Flings
Ones chosen
At you, hopin...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Sep 2005 23:22:00 GMT |
poim |
within
gaining speed as i float,
my mind wafts
through sleek and timid reeds
that shout their joy
at the clear season coming.
here, swim to slip~
to slip through mossy waters
where salamanders...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Sep 2005 20:27:00 GMT |
cerebrations |
Here are just some thoughts...on some hot topics these days: god and all that religion stuff....Im open to discussions unless someone tries to push their stuff down my throat and tell me Im ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Sep 2005 23:29:00 GMT |
