untitled |
Parts of something once whole, we have broken away from eachothersplitered into tiny shards, as glass.All of us lost and wandering.The impossibility of finding a matchfor imperfect splinters in the de...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 10:12:00 GMT |
Rhyming Reason |
The settling into something undefinedcan take the passing of some time,and incidents which make us growwill teach us all there is to know.I believe it is an act of Faith,to have the strength and patie...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 06:29:00 GMT |
Emotional Landscapes |
Intention filters through the satellites we exist by-
Perception prisms, and is skewed.
We writhe on the floors of consciousness under the weight of some Great Memory-
Senses atrophy beneath the strai...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 20:33:00 GMT |
Invictus |
Invictusby William Ernest HenlyOut of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not win...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 21:44:00 GMT |
Nothing Like The Sun |
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 10:49:00 GMT |
Still Life |
Grace hangs on my skin like dew
in damp sheets, cradled.
Dawn is dancing into the sky
behind green canopies of summer trees outside the window.
Strange awakening in my spirit-
my soul is stirred.
Lin...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 20:20:00 GMT |
you, being in love |
you being in lovewill tell who softly asks in love,am i separated from your body smile brain hands merelyto become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean:entirely having in my careful h...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 09:48:00 GMT |
On My Birthday... with help from Dylan Thomas |
"Poem in October"
...My birthday began with the water- Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name ...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 13:44:00 GMT |
Rites of Passage |
'Rites of Passage'
The eloquent speech of youth breeds ignorance.
Language has allowed for conclusions which gratify instantly, questions
formed beneath the ticking of the clockworks.
An age of ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:37:00 GMT |
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond |
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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gest...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 09:39:00 GMT |
