no lullaby invites me |
tonight I watched old ink and magzine clippings interweavevines and tress born of sparks and feathers tangled togetherspirals of thought seemingly opposed in directionhook into each other and center t...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 21:59:00 GMT |
foxing the spiral |
I wish to sharpen something bluntto make a point while I confronta haze too often gazed intowithout clear memory of abyss
the danger fallen to it's deatha pen, it's ink will now caressthe very creases...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 09:45:00 GMT |
new years / 22nd birthday / the year ahead... |
new years eveit's 8:30amI've just finished work so I decide a breakfast beer is in order1 turns into 8i walk down the street and buy a carton of amsterdamswatch a few episodes of buffy and pass out6:3...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 08:55:00 GMT |
some old writing to fire my brain into gear... |
I wrote this years ago, it was unfinished for along time, then one day I added the opening and closing stanzas
Anyways just felt like posting something and I like my old stuff better than my new stuff...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 17:22:00 GMT |
Discarded in the wind... |
Let this dream that I have pennedbe the seed and not the stemfor I only saw a few loose leaves discarded in the wind
Had they fashioned every secret?wearing it as if a t-shirt?naked as they seemed to ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Dec 2005 08:15:00 GMT |
