The Writer's block is over |
Into the Belly of God
When I am an old man, I wont remember the rain
The shiny black pavement
And the droplets songs sustained
The green trees in the gray day
Light carried through night
As the...
Posted by on Wed, 03 May 2006 19:42:00 GMT |
$10.00 poem |
Today is Jazz-Emmett JosephThe winds travel like pips and popsKind of blueBuilding mists and huesIlluminating the black pavementWith reflectionAnd even when looking downWe see the worldAnd the constan...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jan 2006 13:28:00 GMT |
Who like funny poem? |
How much? Your shoes... I want them I have a hat That doesn't match But i could make it If I just bought or borrowed A black cat So I ask you now... Gentleman to Emergency Exit door How much for your...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 18:14:00 GMT |
New poem- Down Main Street |
Down Main Street,
Where I bought my first guitar
And left my soft hands
On the counter
Where they cracked
And learned
And were screwed back on to me
Down Main Street
Where I found smoke
And sh...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 21:58:00 GMT |
To California! |
Well...I'm going to California now! I'll be back late sunday night...have a great weekend all you beautiful people!
Posted by on Wed, 19 Oct 2005 13:34:00 GMT |
Lonelier than thou |
If these arms could hold a gentle kiss
and swing gently through the morning mist,
These hands would move to hold the list
of the loves that i would want.
If this heart could bear the ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Oct 2005 23:59:00 GMT |
New poem |
Songman
A twilight man once crossed my path
And lit the sky
Until his time had passed
Then he walked
Into the west
Where his family slept
And they were blessed
A starlit man once cros...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Sep 2005 17:42:00 GMT |
poem |
In the piles of ashes,
my brothers lay
until a wind blows them to the sky.
these broken faces and burning lips
their cries are crackling wood,
fighting before the blare tears them from the flam...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Aug 2005 08:53:00 GMT |
A new poem |
it's been a while.....
Prying of a Youth
-Emmett Joseph
Do we fall without retention
And close windows to the wind?
Is the night trying to escape us
While we run into hunting holes?
Whe...
Posted by on Thu, 12 May 2005 20:48:00 GMT |
An Old Friend |
Wow, it's amazing how i can sit down in my room and have a song stuck in my head that i haven't heard in years. today i sat down and listened to the Everclear album So Much for the Afterglow. what a g...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Mar 2005 18:52:00 GMT |
