Guppies, poetry, and love. |
ILoveMryiaCadleWithallofmyH.E.A.R.TT.R.A.E.H (no matter how you spell it, it's still love!)The prettiest guppy of them all swims in the fish tank that is my heart :)
Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:57:00 GMT |
Itsalloneword |
Itsalloneword by Michael MooreFour seasons are one.Life.Four nations are one.People. A crowd of Americans is a crowd of human beings.Of Armenians, of Chinese, of Europeans.Of those who are separate f...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:59:00 GMT |
The Logic of Love |
The Logic of Love by Michael MooreCards whirlwind through blurring mind,A river of numbers bend through that crevice beneath the skull.Images flash into shapes, blend into thoughtless emotion.Sadness ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 00:24:00 GMT |
Narrow Colors are Just Thick Lies |
Narrow Colors are Just Thick Lies by Michael MooreColors fold into themselves and make new colors. Words are lies that men create... but this fiction is of a different language. Purples gaze into can...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 18:35:00 GMT |
A Slaves Conversation with the Ghost of Achilles |
A Slave's Conversation with the Ghost of Achilles by Mike MooreThis torture cannot last.Sweltering souls vibrate steadily to the rhythm of concussion,Grey veins sleep softly beneath the gr...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 20:38:00 GMT |
Your Focus Determines Your Reality |
Hard work and dedication. Focus. Determination. Heart. Hard work and dedication. Can't be stopped, can't be touched, can't be moved, can't be rocked. I can't be broken. Mentally, physically, emotional...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 18:56:00 GMT |
The Chorus of a Thousand Angels |
A lightning storm that shakes the Earth. Trumpets sounding in unison, and the gentle serenade of a violin in the backdrop. A brilliant white light splits between the black wall of clouds, and from the...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 23:01:00 GMT |
Paintings of the Minds Eye |
Sometimes I blink. And I forget.Who I am. Or what I was doing.What if I were to open my eyes and describe to you what it is that I see?An incomprehensible blur of orangutan parading across the desert ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 22:16:00 GMT |
Instead I'm Broken |
Instead I'm Broken a poem by Michael MooreTo be broken instead of swollen,Such a shallow touch into the misty turbulence of windUnable to flow, breathless in the air into which it continuously tumbles...
Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 20:17:00 GMT |
MMA Journey Entry # 1: The Fight Starts Here |
Georges St. Pierre was knocked out by Matt Serra. I sat there, and I watched it. And I was absolutely shocked in every sense of the word. I literally fell out of my chair, kneeling on the ground in de...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 19:25:00 GMT |
