Woz Way |
Wooden bench in the park.Go to sleep when it's dark.Policeman comes and shines a light.Find somewhere new to sleep tonight.Found a comb in the alleyway.In a puddle of water cold and grey.In the galler...
Posted by rea on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 03:46:00 PST |
Commitments To Memory |
I got the falling sound of water,The burning touch of a stove's hot fire.I have the image of every structured chored, With the breath of air and it's desire.Commitments to memory.I got ...
Posted by rea on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 01:24:00 PST |
Distructive Circles |
Borders between hot and cold air masses can act as a mirrior.Reflecting an image from one place to another.You could see a desert, yourself bare, with no thought or a moment,Yourself as a whole, like ...
Posted by rea on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 12:57:00 PST |
Like Words Reminding Me Of You. |
I remember your words,They were my favorite amongst anyAnd I remember they wereAlways braided into many..
Beliefs that I belived inSo it just gave me hopeAnd to not feel so negati...
Posted by rea on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 11:47:00 PST |
A.N. |
Your eyes, your hands, your lips, heart, your mind & your soulHad deeped inside my dream. It slept with me like a ghost.I remember - "Oh so fragile" Every freckle of hope.Come rest, and grow with ...
Posted by rea on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 10:30:00 PST |
Naiishe'll-enced. |
..Change dwelled her meows in treble clefs that pitch no sound.Though, ..Her mind will speak her lips to sing.With any voice, ..her heart WILL ring.For these soundless chosin' notes she holds, ..held ...
Posted by rea on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 12:29:00 PST |
Sections of me, Portions of me. |
Know the balcony is cold,
But that your songs are always warm.
Yeah the drink is in our blood
And the smoke is out our mouths.
Seconds skip themselves for more
Because I w...
Posted by rea on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 09:03:00 PST |
Untitled number 11 |
I even worry for her in dreams.Vividley belived.You see? ...I see you Naiishe'll-enced. ......You sit here,...and for her I did....Moons circle death'sjournal ;Eventually orbit to the first deemed sec...
Posted by rea on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 04:03:00 PST |
skinny rainy happy kid writes the short words of an altered ego. |
Dear Dear,
The rain's beaded deeds resist to fall to rest.
Mirroring me on every ground and wall it's best.
Steps seeing, feeling, remembering to forget...
That cold,
inverted, ...
dull g...
Posted by rea on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 08:09:00 PST |
A Poem To Pass The Hour Crush. |
It was your hand next to my thought and side,and the beauty of your air that gave me new breath.It brought that failed hope with cries for another try,then the car turned and flew to that other step.I...
Posted by rea on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 12:25:00 PST |
