Weeping Willow |
When I look in your eyesI'm nothing but a naked soulAs if you could see there in my ownThis love creeping back in to its shellHiding from the gleam of your ownAnd that loneliness that we shareOn these...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 15:27:00 GMT |
My dad playing Cold Turkey on the drums |
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:27:00 GMT |
Night Dreams |
At night dreams are painted along the canvasof sleeping eyelidsand the darkness is transformedto flashing imagery and lightssometimes these riddles enter uponthe thoughts and questions left unasweredf...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 02:07:00 GMT |
The Last Sip of Wine |
The last sip of wine,Smooth velvet on the tongue.The record still spinning,Scratching and skipping an old southern blues song.The candle's still flickering.Though the flame is slowly burning itself ou...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 22:53:00 GMT |
What You Think You Know |
You use big words like kindnessCompassion and occasionaly enlightenmentA speckled hen in the dirtA childs balloon in the windAnd all that preaching's got my mind in knotsAnd my stomach aching withThe ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:45:00 GMT |
Red Velvet and Jack |
The seats were plushCrushed velvetRedAt the side table sat a half empty bottle of whiskeyJack DanielsAnd paper cups with Grecian designsIt was the middle of the night andColdTogether we satHigh and si...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 13:44:00 GMT |
A Kiss Goodbye |
I saw youI've seen you For nearly three years we danced togetherYour tempo and rhythm as graceful as a soldiers marchStepping boots hard clanking pavementJoyful as a choir singing requiem or dirgeI ga...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 13:37:00 GMT |
Just a Thought |
It is not the flesh that is weakbut the mind and thoughts it containsand actions when they are acted uponTo say that I am weak is butto say we are all weak that liveor breathe for all is an actionAnd ...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 00:52:00 GMT |
The Executions of the Wizards (A Wizards Escape) |
The knifeA righteous bladeSeers through the lipidLicking the intestinesLike a magical wandOr a slight inner eruptionHeavy drumsBeating in heartbeat rhythmsAll but losing any resemblance toAny thing bu...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 21:00:00 GMT |
Plastic Electricity |
The challenge was to write a steady flow of words without stopping or thinking about the structure, timing or rhyming. In fact, I'm typing it here and still haven't read this piece yet. Might be inter...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 03:54:00 GMT |
