pride and apology at christmas |
The cracks in a man's eyesas I pass him on Colfaxsee through my perceived delugeand as I stare back at stinch.Not that's him at all,but the sickness from a culture of fear and obligated booze and vio... Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 11:57:00 GMT |
Missing |
Troubled skies eeked into my viewFrom my window's viewAnd the cold of fall began Its subtle take-over.I sang a tuneI couldn't quite rememberAnd drank coffee,Reheated, like my mindFrom the day's earlie... Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 17:43:00 GMT |
www.3.com |
A mind for war seesVictory firstAnd the steps leading to that Podium, possibly never.Like a street bullyShamed,Habitually looking forRevenge,We no longer fight with people who will Conceed,But will n... Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:35:00 GMT |
redemption as a daily goal |
In a place where I don't normally tread,in a world where I snapped at a friend,a true friend,perhaps the one forever,and I feel the power of being an ass.It's in my heart; I feel it.I don't like it, ... Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 00:56:00 GMT |
the timing of water remains |
Vibrations flow from a newly-hatched ladybug cleaning her legsof miniature water droplets deposited moments before when she fell into my Japanese fighting fish's bowl.I, too, wipe off the water remain... Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 10:56:00 GMT |
compUTER REVOlution |
This is my favorite poem I have ever written. It is a play on standardization of type face, syntax, and the inability to play with those on a computer, versus with spoken language. What l... Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 10:22:00 GMT |
Um...not poetry, but lord howdy... |
Posted by on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 15:24:00 GMT |
my friends apartment |
Where art lies is Little moreThan an empty corner,With a piece of string,A bit of dust,A lost pen cap,And the loneliness To know your soul. Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 20:38:00 GMT |
Not PM |
a man I know who criesat the beauty of cycles and loss and anxietybut from the eyes of an angel,someone who knows the goodthe loveand yet jousts at emptinesswith tears of real comprehensionof death, ... Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 11:42:00 GMT |
far more than none |
Pardon me as I sit aside,And sip, skipping into excitement,Of people and placesWhere Denver ridesIts bikes and trikes and mic'sAnd sightsAnd flights of Laughter and pride...To have this new cityWrap ... Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 19:38:00 GMT |