The whole world's a stage... |
Those eyes upon me,dawning on me, like the brightest idea of a morning,ever to be mourning, the end of the night. The sight, of so many smiles, styles my presence,to its most truly beautiful potential...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 19:20:00 GMT |
All or nothing? |
We are all that we are,we are all, we are not. Be nothing. Believe, that the lie that we weave, is the string that breaks, to make the memorable shattering moment,ring out, with well planned simplicit...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 19:02:00 GMT |
flow... |
Warm, and sucked up with everything in the embryonic tightness of my delighted mind. Here, I find luck, tucked into the deepest crevices, of my wild reckless envelopment. Sure and snug, I pluck the ea...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 00:45:00 GMT |
Flashback |
FlashbackLines composed of the same motion, only more interested in slowness, as the continually self-critiquing flow of picturesque image itself. Picasso-what, whatever, what does it matter sort of a...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:06:00 GMT |
Shadow Raggedy |
Oh! Hello Lovelies!Who's this? A whisper? A kiss?A shadow dolly dancer prancing upon the glowing filaments Of your woven minds' fibers&A single focused figment of your collective imaginations&A mere f...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 21:00:00 GMT |
Johnny Bo Peep |
Oh Johnny was a Shepherd boy, Big brother of Little Bo Peep,Hear the story of Johnny's tale, And how he lost his sheep.Oh Johnny was a sleepy boy, And never could he keep,Himself awake long enough, To...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 21:55:00 GMT |
Last night... |
I drifted off atop my bed, and slept just fine, With my clothes and light on, candle burning, and pen in my palm...Though i could have been under the covers instead...ah yes, in my bed, Where i now la...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 22:04:00 GMT |
A wake during the night... |
Im standing at the tip-top of my tongue, holding onto the end, of the satin string, which holds the tension on the most delicate weave. A web spun of spoken words which once rung through the big bubbl...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 02:41:00 GMT |
Raggedy Annie |
Oh! Hello lovelies! This is your daydream speaking! That's right! I can read your minds&And& that's exactly what I was thinking. Is this for real? Is this a dream? Can you then, tell me THE answer, Or...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 15:45:00 GMT |
Sketchbook |
This is soft palatable space.Room for a smooth laydown,Free space,All around.If I may,Obey my own sensibility,I will here further develop,My ability to see,To visually express myself.To better interpr...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 16:56:00 GMT |
