More poetry by Mr. McLeod |
For the first time
When I was wrapped in that delicate pocket of time
Somewhat between two and six o'clock
From the inky thickness of night to that hesitant light at dawn
That tender bundle of flesh t...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 22:05:00 GMT |
Kyle's Poetry |
Constantly slipping from the grasp of cold hands, that inexplicable, terribly wonderful sense of exhilirating energy. Warm, silken fingers scooping up the broken, inanimate pieces of pubescent stagnan...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 21:53:00 GMT |
Back From Africa |
Hello friends, I'm back from Africa. Sorry for the lack of communication I promised on my blogs. Foreign key boards and limited internet access made my writing desire flitter away. Its good to be back...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 08:23:00 GMT |
Think Fast Survey |
1. My last ex was.... Andrew2. I am listening to.... Bjork3. Maybe I should.... stop using myspace4. I love... sitting on my balcony at night with a mai tai and a good book5. My bestfriend(s).... are ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 17:48:00 GMT |
Paris |
De temps en temps
Je toublie
Ce nest pas negligence
Cest plutot la facilite
Car tes trop loin dici
Pas seulement ce nuit
Mais chaque fois
Que je me leve de mon lit
Tu es ma ombre
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Posted by on Wed, 18 Jan 2006 02:24:00 GMT |
