My Allies, my vultures, my friends |
another poem, that im hoping will make it into the granada's repetoir(?)this one is about how the inevitability of death's pursuit can often times encourage life-My Allies, my vultures, my friends-sha...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Oct 2009 16:52:00 GMT |
Celebration of Driftwood |
a new poem, hopefully going to become a song in the next few months. This one is about knowing where you are headed by remembering where you came from. Hope you like it.-Celebration of Driftwood-livin...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Oct 2009 16:31:00 GMT |
Language Everyday |
steady your hand, winced the familiar face at the mirrors endthis is language everyday, we use it when tending to broken Gods.Lovers and broken Gods, untimely postures of evading soiled hearts.I pray ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 20:12:00 GMT |
I am a soft soft sun |
agony this bridge, the ground under my feet. anguish the clouds, as shade over my headi am a soft soft sun, splintering legions of yellow and red.you call to me like the lone waves that wash awohl ove...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 20:10:00 GMT |
Please Clean Up The Teeth |
breaking curfue again? breaking gold lips again?You'll have to clean up the teethassurement leans in and cannons sterile curvless casmsYou'll have to puncture the cheekwalking on the spines of da...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 08:06:00 GMT |
The Neighbor’s Blouse |
behind these headlines, we are lying to each otherwhat you have i want, it takes up my time evading my ever so longing eyes, mind, and tonguemy reach won't suffice, the fence is too high. ill always h...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 20:00:00 GMT |
Wolves Like Us |
when the words run together from the bare faces of all the others as an afgan mesh of dna,
whats the sound?
tense is a suture, of living hope, of a futureim a prisoner of something beautifuli...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 07:52:00 GMT |
By My Closest Friends |
A naked closet lightbulb, cohorts with its string, they make formidable companionsin this dreary sheltered space. light and switch as tradesman and tool, we need eachother, alone and together. ...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 07:47:00 GMT |
A Thousand Angry Children With Megaphones |
A raging drunkard receeds, what do you want? with your eyelids aloft!Old gossip has left you a trifled uneasy canvas, no one deserves to be a walkingstamp of excess
spill my appetite, my vermil...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 13:18:00 GMT |
Colour Prismatic |
Colour Prismatic
im counting the days until my pathetic nametag sets me a blazeits grip is ripe and its overture tuned a radio frequency to a seagull fight
but its alright, i cant see past the human l...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:05:00 GMT |
