Puppet Dance |
Bred and born in this statue age of physical sets the stage.Minds no longer paid over matter.Dance puppet dance,be as you do and will,its not my reflection looking back at you in the mirror.Fake aint... Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 12:24:00 GMT |
Like it Deep |
I find comfort in these&.mere words, a whisper between ones reality and mine.Pen and paper became tools long ago in a war of inner and outer that love to hate, or hate to love, perhaps. Reality draws... Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 18:21:00 GMT |
Just Be |
Sometimes I get tired of them just staring,tired of reading the thoughts in their eyes.Seems only the bold and brazen can speak- when they do its always at, never to.Not many ever listen, they only h... Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 19:31:00 GMT |
Symphony to my Soul |
Sleep finds me on nights now few and far between.Only droppings of a cruel joke remain when Im torn from the same sweet dream-Together making love move from acapella solo to passions symphony brini... Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 13:51:00 GMT |
One Woman Man |
Ok, so everyone keeps asking if all my work is "proper"- There's a fine line between sensual and vulgar, and another between vulgar and ew wee- that I refuse to cross. If ya want nasty, Pay per View... Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 19:44:00 GMT |
That's the One |
Ive counted the hours as theyve passed,the spaces between growing longer and longer.Its slow torture watching the hands of time define your truths and lies,waiting for you to decide. That heart d... Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 17:47:00 GMT |
Sweatshirts N Panties |
Yeah, I was taught to do it but it just aint me- my passion'll never be shoved into some highbrow mold unceremoniously. Creativity my surge thru my veins-but I won't spill it with the clap of your han... Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 19:47:00 GMT |
...and it is love.... |
I can give you only what comes free in lifeThose little things others neglect sometimesI can give you everything money won't buyEverything, always, till the end of time.I can ignore the words from t... Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 20:22:00 GMT |
Maybe I just wanna...... |
Maybe it's the way my jeans ride low-the way they saddle my hips to tease the curves hidden below.Maybe it's the way I move-calculated and smooth like.Ha, that perfect swagger lets em slip n slide acr... Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 16:25:00 GMT |
Reflection in the Water |
Could I make a wish upon your tear,then send it through this sky?Watch it touch five arms of heaven defined,before I'm allowed to die.So I could take with me a lifetime,another thousand years be gaine... Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 21:35:00 GMT |