I shall always miss my artist. |
Last night I dreamed about you. I dreamed that you were olderYou were looking like Picasso with a scar across your shoulderYou were kneeling by the river.You were digging up the bodies buried long ago...
Posted by Eden on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 03:37:00 PST |
I Can Go Deep. |
In the handmade nightmare, this muse has got me inspired. These walls may become my mausoleum, but they belong to me. I actually own the condo...The pink spider in her jewel-littered house loves me mo...
Posted by Eden on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 08:44:00 PST |
Memphis City Nights. |
I had to get away from my love in Boston. And I had to get away from the drunk driving Vegas cops. That landed me in Memphis randomly one tuesday morning. I had come from Nashville riding Betty a...
Posted by Eden on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 01:43:00 PST |
Do Not Read This Blog, for it is all gossipy, ane No One needs to know these things. |
Rumi says, " That which the Lord said to the rose that caused it to laugh in full blown beauty, he also said to my heart and made it 1,000 times more beautiful because of you." ...
Posted by Eden on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 06:16:00 PST |
You don't ease my mind. |
In the softness of the street lamp
with the lateness of the hour
when you're watching and you're waiting
and your mood begins to sour
cause you wonder if she forgot
and you know you never could.
She's...
Posted by Eden on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 07:36:00 PST |
Freaky. |
I wish, where it says "orientation," I could just put "freaky."
Posted by Eden on Mon, 08 May 2006 10:05:00 PST |
