A Paint of Fire for The Orphan |
With wild abandon caged into his mind he takes breath from a force he cannot find. Beneath the bridge of a banyan tree he tells me there's something. When this phantom comes after the sun to the naked...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 19:02:00 GMT |
The Skin of The Earth |
The skin of the earthMy eternal thirst Is heaven on your eyes?Heavy confidanteYou look surprisedTo see me moving lightsCome back now to meBut this time dont leaveI am still formingWith original heatT...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 12:21:00 GMT |
Azuela Sehnta Plavs Ont |
I took my time to find a translation for my consistent hesitation Found it in a driving lunettaBilitzed in a spasmCenterrain romansion Belly phone for ransomCome to thunder free the fountain from the ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 13:07:00 GMT |
Fever Dinner |
Over the years i spent my self a piece of me fell from my painting,counts of aliens danced upon the erected statues I championed The right to birth love does not quench this thirsty naked curseThis sh...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 16:08:00 GMT |
Is the 18th Century |
Once upon a nightafter the windhad gatheredAll the soulsfrom there fruitsLittle fairy greenplayed the fluteWhile the wolf watchedFrom his booth
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 18:55:00 GMT |
Umbrella Windows |
Bound by a serpents tooth Looking for truthStrange eyesHanging fruitA November skyDrinking youthHere comes America!With her combat in her hairOn the day we became legendsWe threw away our miraclesWe w...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 14:25:00 GMT |
Future Imaginations |
Imagine ifIn the futureChemicals and elementsBegin to behave differentlyand produce newand differentconclusions,as with colors.All the senses fuse intoa monopolyof newdementia!Astrophysicist would mar...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 14:19:00 GMT |
Android Dreams |
In the moon at nightWhen the wind gets darkA boy brushes his guitarStaring through a womans armsBrushing his guitarHe calls the thingsThat make him singHis Android dreams theyStay Transcending everyth...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 14:08:00 GMT |
The King of the Sea |
King Michael enters the stageHis hair electric andOf a wild universeHis crown of thornsBrown as branches stirringChalk flowersOverlookingThe drool on the buildings whileA truck radio bringsa stairway ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 14:02:00 GMT |
Smoke Dancers |
The spirits surround the smoke for milesThey appear dancing on silhouettes Shifting and shapingWhispering echoesThat circle earsand cold necksThat crawl and stall all along fleshyCircleschampioning ch...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 13:56:00 GMT |
