Columbus |
In the beginning there was I and no one else.
I roamed the grounds of this world and yours
Choosing to leave it lifeless as my journey went on.
With my mouth I let it flow creating the oceans you know...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 01:23:00 PST |
9-23 |
The sun has said his goodbyes againTaking with him my summer romance.A box of pictures and the autumn's wind.Jacket on my body made of tin.Sitting on the park bench like before.Discouraging all feelin...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Thu, 31 May 2007 11:45:00 PST |
Dead Winter Nights |
Blue are the dead winter nights.Blue is the light sneaking in through the blinds.Blue is the night sky.Blue is the grass, the trees, the puddle of rain water,And my skin from the moonlight.Blue are my...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Wed, 02 May 2007 04:57:00 PST |
Six Feet |
I bid thee farewell to my sleep,to the skies And the tides That stayed by my side, & nbsp; To the breath in my lungs&n...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 01:16:00 PST |
It Never Snows In Chula Vista |
I've always looked out the windowBut never dared to step outside.I've watched the years go byAnd lived my life by lies.I sit on the sand to hear the wave's staticAnd smelled the sweet spray that it th...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 11:53:00 PST |
Letters From Ensenada |
Got your letter in the mailWritten in ink.Smelled of sweet cheap perfume;Vanilla pie.New sheet of paper,Blue colored pens,Dictionaries and white-out pens,Make no mistakes.Excuse the long delay,My shak...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 11:51:00 PST |
Ensenada |
Winter nights,Little brightly colored Christmas lights.Foreign ground,Yet through the years I've foundThis feels more like home,I'll have you know.Walked inside,That is when I caught her eyes,Blinking...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 08:25:00 PST |
Sunday Sermon |
Sunday morning comes But he's not ready to preach. He looks into the mirror And he's shocked at what he sees: A man of God But sinner and a shameful one at that. His past slowly creeps behind him To t...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 02:40:00 PST |
Chula Vista Girls Will... |
Innocent yet far from perfection. Indecisive, persuasive, guilty as charged. Blood stained sheets from a virgin no more And minor alcoholism to pass the time. Wasn't it beautiful, How the summer went ...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 02:27:00 PST |
May |
I'd like to say that we'd be together for always But for me to say, You know and I, That it is merely a lie. For when May comes around And spring starts to bloom, It will take me away from you. And wh...
Posted by ¬Áç¦ on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 02:23:00 PST |
