Forgotten Gods |
Zeus, the majestic god of the Greeks, sits upon an alabaster throne at the top of Mt. Olympus. His head hangs in shame, once beautiful white flowing locks dangle clumped and dirty from his head....
Posted by jordan on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 01:22:00 PST |
With a Heavy Heart |
My soul feels heavy. It was one of those days, the type where I wondered why exactly I thought it a good idea to crawl out of bed. The day was pretty enough. As days in Texas goes, t...
Posted by jordan on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 09:01:00 PST |
The Last Poet |
"The Last Poet"
It turns into a beautiful flow of arms and words
With syllables clashing, in a crimson flood of rhymes
Loud outburst of passion mix with raw tension
Bred here in this capitalisti...
Posted by jordan on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 06:05:00 PST |
Morphine and Backless Gowns |
I woke with a start, bad dreams again. I can't remember the last time I had a good night sleep. Most nights visit me with broken images of my worst mistakes, so much so that a couple of minutes ...
Posted by jordan on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 08:32:00 PST |
Just Put It in Your Mouth |
I woke up this morning, which is always a surprise, seeing as I hoped that sometime throughout the night the ceiling would cave in and crush me while I slept. It's kind of an emo thought, but I ...
Posted by jordan on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 10:48:00 PST |
Media Cock |
The hurricane is coming! The hurricane is coming! Somehow I sit and can't help but hope that the hurricane does come, with all the power of a fabricated movie storm, and blow all the assholes aw...
Posted by jordan on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 05:30:00 PST |
The Last Good Day |
School is infinitely more satisfying the second time around. I just re-started the whole college experience a couple of weeks ago, more or less to finish unanswered questions in my life.&n...
Posted by jordan on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 08:27:00 PST |
beauty |
I remember the way she looked when I met her; she had a way of diminishing the things around her. At her feet all things lay barren and wasted in the face of her beauty. I remember the way...
Posted by jordan on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 10:28:00 PST |
Desolation |
"Desolation" the innocent cries
The world a painted map of allegiances
Sprayed in coughed sputters to mark corner market walls
Laid against the wall a mass of tattered clothe
With short raspy breat...
Posted by jordan on Thu, 01 May 2008 07:51:00 PST |
The Violent Procrastination |
Yet again the time draws near, when I turn on the television and see nothing but news concerning that greatest of American hoaxes, the upcoming elections. Again I paddle through the wasteland of...
Posted by jordan on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 02:29:00 PST |
