for he whose ears are thirsty for light’s essence |
sit with meunder the tree of sorrowthat we may understand what it is to be alone.for sorrowdwells in the rootsof unkind truthswhen the soil is infertile,the sun, too harsh.under these weeping boughsma...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:37:00 GMT |
the day karl blau played oxfam and i couldn’t get anyone to come to a potluck |
My housemates have been pouring me wine. Siphoning it down my throat.And I begin to make needless things in an attempt To feel productive. To feel that the weight of the world is not bearing down o...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 10:41:00 GMT |
dreams of lust born intimacy |
The sky melts in huesof blue and red, reticentand angry all at once.peaceful.fading into the industrial horizon of the city, my city,fading into theclick-a click-a click-a clackof the car as itwhirs w...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:28:00 GMT |
between seeing and unseeing |
indifferent is the wind that stings our faces.and only audible are the noises ofthe soft metered rythms ofthe feet as they tread acrossthe sand.Lighthouse's beam illuminatesthe calm.the calm from a di...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 07:49:00 GMT |
Confuciusornis: |
Inasmuch as gentle aves do uphold (clenched in majestic talons tightly) unborn err-ed mannerisms upon ever-so-lightly and vigilant etrangeWho hold close their lovers and loved and lovely Simply leaves...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 12:08:00 GMT |
DARN! (in)deed |
hello dear friend, deary, dearest, devilishly dappled and dimpled and dipped in delectabledarjeeling dumplings.day to dayI dote,on that deliciousdeliverance ofdesire.denounce thosedivorcedand distingu...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 00:14:00 GMT |
