PROP 8 Poem |
Prop 8
Untruths slick like sugary syrup
Drool from such self-righteous lips&
So ignorant, they lap up each drip&
So blind they savor each sip&
So don't trip, and slip, i...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 22:25:00 GMT |
Amazing Dream... |
I had a dream last night...I was walking in an immense garden. It was amazing, a lush green jungle with colorful, vibrant splashes of flowers. The air was very still and fragrant. There were no animal...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 04:42:00 GMT |
Beloved |
Beloved
What is this in front of me?
The very thing I didn't see&
The thing I didn't know I missed&
This thing I thought did not exist&
The thing for which I could...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 15:56:00 GMT |
Catharsis |
Catharsis
With calculated lies
the vicious tongue cuts
I bleed the blood of the if, ands, & buts
A twisted tale that is slowly weaved
in this place of help I know it's har...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 16:07:00 GMT |
JESTER |
JESTER
Get away!
Leave me alone!
Stop
Come back
I need you
Sweet Novocain
I crave your bitter nectar
Take over
Help me escape through your backdoor
You give me beauty, security, safety, courage...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 18:19:00 GMT |
Take me inside... |
We walk around
Little fractured pieces of God
Come closer
Feel your divinity within me
And let me experience myself through you
Take me inside
Close your eyes and express your truth
Al...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 23:23:00 GMT |
LIFE IN TWO PARTS |
BIRTH
Intra-uterine dreams that placate the sleeping vessel of desire
Awaiting the birth of its soul
Its time
Blood
Flowing
Vessel and soul unite
The fledgling awake...
Posted by on Fri, 19 May 2006 18:25:00 GMT |
The Kiss |
A kiss before the vular light of day washes over our entwined bodies.
A kiss...
A kiss as my gaze embraces you, thinking of the first time our lips touched ignighting the fire between us.
A kiss....
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jan 2006 22:53:00 GMT |
Contusion |
CONTUSION
The empty sighs...
and the hidden truth behind them.
The beautiful lies...
and how I love to believe them.
The strong embrace...
and how it comforted me.
The look on your face...
and how it...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 00:32:00 GMT |
Sadly Beautiful |
'Gloomy Sunday' - the notorious 'Hungarian Suicide Song' - was written in 1933. Its melody and original lyrics were the creation of Rezsô Seress, a self-taught pianist and composer born in Hungary in ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 21:50:00 GMT |
