Promise? |
I'm headed homeDriving into the sunset on lake streetUnder the "L"My left arm resting on the frame of my open windowWith the wind playing with the hair on my forearmI'm smilingFor some reasonOn this b...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 13:36:00 GMT |
nothing important |
There is nothing so quiet as the time between thoughts. The moment where one idea becomes reality and another becomes the antithesis. One tends to find one's self completely exposed at that moment. ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Apr 2006 19:00:00 GMT |
Whats Hip-Deep |
I feel itFrom the calloused balls of my feetTo my ankleClimbing my lower calfsoft and warmLike a featherMy thoughts wanderThe days eventsTomorrows plansIt all seems so blurredThe sensation reaches the...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 09:32:00 GMT |
Three days old |
Late night at ravenJust any old nightExcept.........She walked past me rather slowlyOur eyes lockedA stunning greenI'm a sucker for green eyesShe stoppedTurnedRemoved a string of beadsIts fat tuesdayI...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 14:55:00 GMT |
Knows...... |
"If your nose is runnin and your feet are smellin, you must be upside down." George Clinton
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 13:25:00 GMT |
For what? A breeze? |
Waking up to a storm The utter violence is amazing So many forces Acting One upon the other The sum Acting upon everything Always changing Recarving the landscape Creating the world in which it exists...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 07:49:00 GMT |
Because........ |
Many people spend their entire lives following reason. Not logic, but a reason why. Most do this without ever asking themselves why they are chasing this end. I am no different. I chased until I could...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jan 2006 12:36:00 GMT |
Be brave. Long, but good stuff |
The college of dentistry
I need some work done.
I have a broken tooth(complete with exposed nerve) and very, very, very little money. So here I am. I'm now sitting with about fifty other people ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 19:41:00 GMT |
Words are too much |
A silky touch
Firm but gentle
Smooth as the very thought of it
I trace my finger down the smalls of her back
Absorbing her presence
Her flowing hair
Off to one side
Exposing the small ring in h...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 16:52:00 GMT |
On the road, always. |
Somewhere along the highway in north america, I lost something. Nothing particularly valuable, but indisposable nonetheless. In a world in the constant state of a hangover and comedown from the 80s ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 07:22:00 GMT |
