green puddin |
words vanish
realization becomes surreal
god was hidden in the fabric
woven into a dotted fashion
a green hat there
a patch that tends to stare
i see it all too clear but still nothing is there
waste...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:15:00 GMT |
outlet |
Plastic flowers in her hair.
The dust Strangled.
Mother Nature's idea was not there
takin advantage of
left to dry out
the moment she has no mercy is the moment we figure it out.
The sky is the limit....
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 12:52:00 GMT |
A stranger stranger stranger than strange...yep. |
What happens when the sky becomes the earth and the earth is the sky?
We are still in between living to die.
No one said this is heaven, but who is to say it's not?
No god here...nothing but god here....
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 14:29:00 GMT |
experience the dust |
With one hand we reach toward the heavens
The other hand plows this land
The middle is the mind in all her wonders
a creation...a creator...a divine
The body's soul purpose is to keep the mind alive
W...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 16:31:00 GMT |
Pituitary Gland |
Pituitary Gland
In the center of our vastness
a mysterious round ball
a questionable tissue
connection to the universe
a threshold
hidden
and small
third eye
sixth sense
melatonin?
the rhythm o...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 18:03:00 GMT |
a year ago... |
The lights flicker out around eleven
the kittens are already snuggled up close
i have blocked the window with quilts
protection from the evening summer sun
a bedroom facing west
a wall of windows
heat...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 20:29:00 GMT |
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I met a girl in Quincy fla. that called herself the mad hatter (she makes hats). With vibrant red hair and flinging arms she told me a story.
While riding in a car with her significant ot...
Posted by on Tue, 16 May 2006 21:21:00 GMT |
