Platonic Muse |
My Platonic Muse and I impotent and indifferent to the world; repressed and unfulfilled slide even further into a cataclysm of obscurity and normality. My Platonic Muse is a prude not willing to let m...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 11:20:00 GMT |
Tram Tranny |
I've seen a girl with style and grace, every move an epic. She is always on the same train car always at the same time. I couldn't say if she ever leaves. Does she have a home? Why does she always wea...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 10:00:00 GMT |
The Jolly Narcissist |
Praise is to the jolly narcissist. He who's only concern besides himself is the mirrored, crystal castle in which he resides. Petty and Vain is the jolly narcissist with such pride in the echoed ego. ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 08:29:00 GMT |
One Track Mind |
It has occurred to me the only way I will ever produce any writings of literary substance is if I travel the world in poverty. Play my part in an epic love affair, whilst in poverty, (but not necessar...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 15:29:00 GMT |
Je Veux ChickenBeef |
12th September, 2007, first day out of the 4th regiment étrangère prison,Castelnaudary. My 23rd birthday.
I wonde...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:10:00 GMT |
Ebb and Flow |
Oh what silly games we play,
our battle of wills, our constant.
Shall i play the role of the island?
you the great sea?
No, I think not.
We are as the tide,
perpetual ebb and flow,
influenced b...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 08:08:00 GMT |
The day started like any other |
He started the day like any other (with neither enthusiasm nor contempt). However he always enjoys the half mile walk to work. Looking at his watch he realizes he's running late. Grabbing his coat and...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 15:41:00 GMT |
"Le bon Dieu est dans le detail" |
I can not stop this melancholy.
It appears at a whim.
I suppose its do too losing.
I can't stand to lose.
Especially if I didn't know I was playing.
It reminds me of Prague.
While there oft...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 10:05:00 GMT |
36-24-35 |
36-24-35
My heart longs for paradise.
My mind longs for quiet.
My body longs for her.
36-24-35
She is the air.
(The subconscious drive to live).
36-24-35
Im cold, Im tired, and Im hun...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 08:30:00 GMT |
Without cause or concern |
You and me shall dance in the trees; alone in the world with only our love to sustain us.
Your eyes (though black) are the only stars I need.
They guide me safely home from that trouble...
Posted by on Wed, 17 May 2006 06:45:00 GMT |
