Reflections |
Imagery A mirror does not respond to the image thats reflectedIt does not speak in moral terms to the object thats selectedThe visual forms that it emits are sometimes misdirected And if we stare l...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 15:58:00 GMT |
Thinking is the best way to travel |
I wanted to go somewhere different for lunch . A title of a book or something popped into my head and rooted there."Restaurant at the edge of the universe".. I wasn't sure if I had supper last night a...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 14:36:00 GMT |
A rose so red it bleeds |
I want to rip into those scars to feel those moments, I wish to reel back the threads and recapture the emotions you felt pierced by the thorns, as you carried your cross. I want to absorb that pain. ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 12:07:00 GMT |
The man who had everything |
It was a sweltering day and Danmegail was hanging heavy with his tongue, the sun blazed high overhead and we sat indulging in a favourite pastime 'seeding the brain'.The slow whirling fan attached by...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 20:46:00 GMT |
a slice of time revisited |
She was kind of cute, not hard to look at (definitely eye candy). Flavor ?.... fireball salsa&I like spicy&but not fiery, I prefer my flames in a fireplace, and not up to playing inside burning buil...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 13:03:00 GMT |
Tunnel Vision -- Billie |
She is there. I can see her. She is there in the lights. Arms outstretched waiting. For now, I sit in darkness, the pain rolling...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 05:41:00 GMT |
A poet friend |
Tribute to the GlassmanHe is translucent, transparent, exhibiting his contents allowing alien eyes to filter the subtleties of his prisms.He stirs up shadows of crystalline icons, an...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 10:18:00 GMT |
A Bit of Beany’s Brew |
A TALE OF THIMBLY KNOLL Magical infusion, misdirection, collusion,are where most tales are fed;to clear up confusion ... is this fictitious illusion?It should be... it comes out of my head.Go heat u...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 18:40:00 GMT |
Dali Revisited |
Surrealistic Song
Night stood back hiding her face
Broken black with unspoken dreams that Dali sketched.
Etched surreal by the darkened fingers of trees
reaching to him and through him
into the hopef...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 18:01:00 GMT |
Rumour |
From the bottoms of the valleys to the mountains highest peaks, from the edges of the universeto the mighty oceans deep, all life form is trembling at a rumour going round, that men who kill what ear...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 17:38:00 GMT |
