thus writing so, my thoughts will sing. |
Bait to a fish, Corn to a crow, Liquor to a bum, whose dancing in the snow, Special you are, or maybe not yet, There's a schedule somewhere, if I don't forget,video games chats, talks of scars, aw...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Nov 2009 19:46:00 GMT |
reggae song first take ( to the rhythm of Soja's "Rasta courage") |
a nod of my head to the melody in my heart, a tissue to dam these flooding eyes, apart,listen to these words to remember them well, to keep your spirit...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Sep 2009 23:01:00 GMT |
Pretty Dull |
Pretty DullThe first word for her many faces, The second for her mind,Staring into these hollow spaces, Her true function you will find! Pretty Dull, Both words meaning often, ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 22:21:00 GMT |
favorite of favorites |
a simple poem by george gordon.When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-hearted,To sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretoldSorrow to this.The dew...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 19:19:00 GMT |
of shadows from |
Outstretched hands of considerate Trust, Meeting those compelled solely with Lust, A gentle custom thats a lie to the touch, often too little, but always too much. He orders the drinks with haste...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:12:00 GMT |
those who wouldnt fight during a hypothetical zombie apocalypse |
First to Flee, Would be the Birds,Only fearing the Feline Herds, Second to Watch, Would be the lonely Canine, No hunting Packs to kill the Swine, The Sewer Rats, Happier than All, Watching...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 20:47:00 GMT |
what to do when your brain kills your heart |
tucking back thoughts, that I alone often feel,cutting out frames, from our memories reel,splicing, splicing, holding them up to the light, they're all turnin' black, black as night,I see I see! m...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:25:00 GMT |
smooches |
kisses flowing up through the trees, as spirits dance upon the wandering breeze,waltzing, drinking in the sun, birds laugh wildly, wanting fun,mischievous sorts, with nets and jars, horns and cla...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 19:25:00 GMT |
Wow.. I feel Better Today. |
Being alone, isn't so bad,i get to do what i want, im allowed to get mad,i can sit around writing, or drawing the day away,pretty pictures of girls i want to meet, or girls i have to pay,i just ca...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 17:32:00 GMT |
A Song.. |
i wanna meet a girl, who's had a horrible life,
just like mine, to make her my wife,
we'll grow old, pretending were young,
we'll write lots of songs that we've never sung,
to the beat of a another d...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 12:26:00 GMT |
