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I'd like to meet:

"...........they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live ... mad to talk ... mad to be saved ... desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop ... and everyone goes Awww!" -Jack Kerouac ............................A purely genius man.

   
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My Blog

Love. Geeze.

I walk along I stare ahead I sing his song it's heavy like lead, wont leave my head. All these new places somehow I already knew, thousands of faces all untrue. Surrounded inevitably but somehow all ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 16:59:00 GMT

Morte de l'amour ultime

  This body dies all around me, it seems Relentless apathy and listless gleams, Fill up this vessel and refuse to go Vitals sown careless and left far below In failure, and in unmentioned cursed ...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 23:13:00 GMT

What a profound and reverent night is this?

What a profound and reverent night is this?   It's almost 2 am And I'm still awake again, With my paper out and my pen, Just liked to document another stories end. Upon that first clue,...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 17:24:00 GMT

A lucid dream

Is it possible to define a life when everyone has died still trying? All is more difficult when it is your own. A complicated notion, not worthy of distinction, leading ever further into more co...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 11:44:00 GMT

Seasons

Winter shadows this morning Spring happens before mid-day And falls afternoons come scorning The summers nights where I lay. Upon a moment meeting Breath is frozen in the air Seeing is believing And...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 09:27:00 GMT

Get lost in the moment...

  On my tongue your taste does stay, The way moisture glimmers in gray. When drop adheres to every petal, And in this morning in meadow I settle. The sweat that slides down the small of my back, ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 10:57:00 GMT

A little dark poetry anyone?

I close my eyes and I can see you smile. Why don't you try to walk a mile? A mile or two, in my shoes. Are you a burden? A curse? As you watch me chase this passing earth. Allthough it seems a first, ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 09:40:00 GMT