i have held the sand within my hand |
I have seen the end of our hard fought roadI have been there before I got too oldI have seen a glimpse of the promised landI have held the sand within my hand
I have stood on the shores of blood-... Posted by (mali) on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 08:54:00 PST |
assured uncertainty |
The lonely boy walks down the road.Unsure of where he's going, but happy to be going; any placeis better then where he left.
A bowl of soup in his belly brings a smile to his face.It's been a while si... Posted by (mali) on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 07:09:00 PST |
10-december-2006 |
they're closing in; the walls, so thinthe thin walls are closing inthey suffocate; these walls, i hatei hate these walls that suffocatei've dreamed in vain, i'm held in chainsthese chains, they hold m... Posted by (mali) on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 01:41:00 PST |
on the outside looking out (i sit alone and dream of loneliness) |
from afar at the bari just sit and i seethe people go by and i tryto believethey're like me, but i see that can't bewith their hearts full o... Posted by (mali) on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 10:06:00 PST |
in the battle between dark and light i am both winner and loser |
darkness nowdark all arounda darkened cloud comes down
darkened skiestoo dark too seein darkened seas i drown
the dark comes neartouches my skincaresses me with care
the sun is gonethe light is goneda... Posted by (mali) on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 11:06:00 PST |
it's time... |
sneaking up, taking holdpulling me downdeep, deeper. deeper... it's getting coldi once was young, but now am oldit sinks its teeth into my soul
whispers hidden in the mistonce wishedbut now are in the... Posted by (mali) on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 10:53:00 PST |
Autobiography... in 5 short chapters |
--- first time i read this it was listed as "author unkown"i have since seen it credited to Portia Nelson ---(this poem changed my life)
-I-I walk down the street.There is a hole in i... Posted by (mali) on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 08:43:00 PST |
an excerpt: |
There he stood, with his arm fully extended as though he had just ended a raquetball rally with a ripping backhand kill shot. Sweat ran down the tips of his hair, which partially covered his right eye... Posted by (mali) on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 10:01:00 PST |
(subject) |
if i stare too long i cannot turn awaybut if i glancethen there's a chancei won't want to stay
if i could only touch itif only for a whileif i could feelthat it was realwould i cry or smile?
&n... Posted by (mali) on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 10:35:00 PST |
..... |
and so it all has come to pass... and so they all have gone at last...
slipped away like passing time... washed away what i thought i'd find...
i stand alone, where i belong... i stand alone cause the... Posted by (mali) on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 03:23:00 PST |