timeline |
WOW.I nearly forgot myspace existed. I'll attempt to resurrect the use of such an old friend, but we'll justhave to see what happens. Gotta get my feet wet, so to speak. It'smuch changed since my latt...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Mar 2010 01:06:00 GMT |
incomplete. |
Days are folding over night with the creases of a map, traveling my sun to your window in a casual 'good morning.'I wonder what you see when you stop dreaming. I long to rest my head, but the heavines...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jun 2009 23:25:00 GMT |
on a monday morning |
"I live not in dreams, but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future."Rising with the morning, we yawn in sync. My eyes open to the mystery and soak in soft light, as thoughts reassembl...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 06:13:00 GMT |
a late night thought. |
Sometimes life buries an instinct so deep within us, it becomes hidden -- and somewhat complacent over time & preying on our thoughts, but too weak to become the alpha-predator. It is slowly conditio...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 21:44:00 GMT |
ruminating. |
Its not when the world stops, but rather when I stop in the midst of it. When I catch my breath and stand still -- almost slurring my internal clock, allowing myself to be saturated by the sounds, sm...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 22:13:00 GMT |
a query. |
The only time I know desolation is in your absence. But how can there be absence if there wasnt ever any point placement to begin with? Mutuality is lost on me here. Is it wrong for me to feel as ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 11:22:00 GMT |
immovable articulation. |
Tick tock, I have lost myself in the clock: the slow stroke of hands has lulled me into a coma-like sleep, in which I have become completely and utterly disconnected from those things outside my body....
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 18:46:00 GMT |
Quondam Partner. |
I don't feel comfortable enough to call you anything but lonely. And as we sit here in this room of nostalgic face-prints gleamingFrom the matte walls: I can sense the appetency surging through Your b...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 05:33:00 GMT |
suspicious minds. |
I take my hands to mirror the sky, and warmly embrace the tiny waterfall flowing from my sinks elongated throat. The water sighs softly, and shivers as my fingers run through its course. Its icy breat...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 02:44:00 GMT |
courage. |
&n...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 22:17:00 GMT |
