Chapter 4: Hang up's and departing |
If one day, I can't communicate, know...Foundations are meant to shift, And slightly weaken.I cannot claim to be the same, as yesterday.The light.....it slowly dims out.The lesser of the scheme, when....
Posted by Pengo on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 01:12:00 PST |
Chapter 3: Jimmey's days, in the darkest part of light.. My days, in the darkest part of light |
Putting the focus back on past livesYou pinned the masculine side of all things wrongBut you never lost the light&You just found the darkest part of itThe injections could change the landscape, if onl...
Posted by Pengo on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 12:56:00 PST |
Chapter 2: The search for color, the dead, or the light before them. |
If I'm lost a few points blue, maybe your not exposing yourself enough.Searched so hard for a place, through, and throughout landscape.All certainty was.....was changes, and, coming up year leases.Tha...
Posted by Pengo on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 07:47:00 PST |
Chapter 1: The Mystery of Light and Two Rusted Blue Faucets |
The light that's absorbed, In you, and on your cheekbones,waited..to bounc onto meAn approach that crosses more than a single colour.Turned off of our histories, Like rusted faucets......Blue rusted f...
Posted by Pengo on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 12:59:00 PST |
Holly Lost her Light..Oh dont we all have switches? |
The longer we mute our voices, the more we forget..I pan across your lacklustre eyes, and let my jowl dispense a vertical drop.Spoken from the ribs, through the center of your deadrise,We confess with...
Posted by Pengo on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 10:59:00 PST |
Sect and Dies |
Rooftops were..left fallow...lost in those daysOur dreams were..lulled by the sound...of rusted trains....and sunk with the gravelOur dreams were that....of dust and aerosolAnd no mater what color sch...
Posted by Pengo on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 11:54:00 PST |
This Charming Man, Part 2 |
Microwaved coffee.burns the bottom of my hand...taste like.....milk and sandLooking at..reflections of myself..why, your a handsome devil....so I look some moreWe played..staring contest...resulted in...
Posted by Pengo on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 11:37:00 PST |
He's got the whole world.... in his pants |
Survey says .....there you are again .......still Immune ...in a north/east room With pens ...to stutter bad interpretations Pads of paper ...for daily notation One way streets ...for dead end aspirat...
Posted by Pengo on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 12:26:00 PST |
Green to white |
It starts in greenand ends in Octoberthat fallwas the first timeI cant rememberwhat you smell likeIt ends in whiteand starts in Novemberthe morningslow and coldI wonderwhen are you coming homeWe are l...
Posted by Pengo on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 01:09:00 PST |
Dorm Room |
I broke the barrier of subtle beliefMy fingers danced your armI was scorn, and saw lives flash before meI descended next to youPillows smell just like you
Posted by Pengo on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 02:08:00 PST |
