heal |
inside the storage space small...fall and fall, spring then winter strengthbig fish in an ocean of sand, somewhere someone cares, someone loses themselves inside the project of mind control solace. so...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Aug 2009 00:36:00 GMT |
strange diversion |
eyes opened, we sleephearts guide our first leapunaware of the minesthat are buried in timewe land on her beachmowed down for our breachit's a number made upit's the reason we shutthe door of truth......
Posted by on Sun, 02 Aug 2009 21:15:00 GMT |
new poem for july? |
perhaps...i've been looking back at the ones i've posted in the past. what craziness in this oversized head of mine! well i hope someone has enjoyed them as much as i've enjoyed making them...mostly l...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 09:37:00 GMT |
piano and violin |
frozen moments in timeforged of sounds that hone our lengthteeth of steel and narrow doorwaysa picture from that merrygoround momentwe shake it til the last note falls.not a moment too soon for the sn...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 01:50:00 GMT |
chords and words |
my chords are fewbut my words are manyi write what i knowand i strum simple with love and shakey accuracy.i wish i knew morechords that isso i can have them dance gracefullyaround the words that stand...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 23:54:00 GMT |
gravity |
everything throws you down..from the heights your feet tell you you standsomewhat a present, seeking comfort in a pastthat is nothing but a newborn future that died long ago.everything throws you down...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 22:54:00 GMT |
grown... |
grown of wheat and grown of wind
soft defeat and harsh pretend
storms that circle drown below
age of wisdom darkened glow
some remember some forgot
ash and embers blood that clots
a revival has taken ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 22:23:00 GMT |
like that of a lost love... |
the pain finally settling to the bottem of the ocean
mixing with the waters and evaporating into the sun
that lost love...
once as strong as the currents and tides themselves
floating away into d...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 21:38:00 GMT |
rumblings on the divine |
somewhat new, edges a bit worn but somewhat new.
turned up empty though
a past of wonder and lust
a future of repeating those beautiful mistakes...again.
maybe refurbished is the word
that's it!
a ref...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 22:46:00 GMT |
art remembered part 1 & 2 |
part 1
The paint drips upward, across the dry canvass
The birds circle over, shadows of demand
This land was once holy
Once housing the saints
Now just a crater, holding water and dead t...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 04:13:00 GMT |
