In the cross hairs of slumber and sound |
And I sitI sit and wonder with fixated pupleson everything and nothingconcentrating on the words you utteryou whisperand they hold everything and nothing to methis vast abyssSo I fall into into its no...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Jul 2009 02:08:00 GMT |
Bing |
If you see the old man talking
Chances are he's confessing to God
He's laughing like a boiling kettle
As he sings a tortured song
His eye lids are heavy
Showing years beyond youth
He strums a hand-me...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Nov 2008 01:02:00 GMT |
Browning, Yeats, Carrol and Poe...nuf said. |
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,
Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes
From out her ha...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:12:00 GMT |
about no one |
They tell me everything about you
while they walk inside your head
I’ve heard you’re an artist currently painting a shoe
with markings on canvas that steadily bled
you have ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 01:06:00 GMT |
Nos âmes |
Collaboration
Of words those lips speak unclearly
Consummation
Of my weak heart as I smile dearly
You name a season
After mediocre me
So my leaves are changing color
All for you
My sun shinning bright...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 23:11:00 GMT |
Sand man's handy work |
Sunshine caresses her blue eyes
He'd say
They always shine so bright
Strong ink stained hands
And a smokers cough
And he's never looked as beautiful
Talking with those lips she adores
Ranting about "H...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 23:54:00 GMT |
