The Distance |
I measure the distance I have travelled in this life by the desolation that surrounds me.
Water splattered all
around on cue at every break from transmission..
Who's that? Who's that?
Who's that?... Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 20:21:00 GMT |
Obligated to Die in the Gutter |
I hate when they talk of my past as if I were a failure. I'm still alive and that is more important than a lot of trivial successes I can think of. There is more than one way to die, and I was dying ... Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 11:44:00 GMT |
Beauty, torn from the footlights...mute harmony |
Love is kept in existence only by painful anxiety. I came so close to speaking my mind, my desire, my expanse of longing, however I dare not reveal my inner flame. Love, in the painful anxiety as in t... Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 13:36:00 GMT |
Looking back...Journal...07 08 06 |
Something has happened. Things are different. I cant nail down a definitive turning point but a sudden gradual slope was introduced into my personal dynamic, and ever since Ive entered its event horiz... Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 19:08:00 GMT |
The moon smiled down upon us |
What is it inside of me that propells this relentless drive for expression? The separation of person and self is quite distinct, and appears directional. But directionless as time, its direction seems... Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 12:00:00 GMT |
The most beautiful..rough |
Honey was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life. The last time we met I saw that the world had not been as kind to her as it once was. Like an innocent little sadistic boy pulls ... Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 12:47:00 GMT |
NOTHING'S BOY |
NOTHNG'S BOY
nothing's boyNOW CLIMBS THE SPIRAL OF HIS LIGHT ... Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 19:04:00 GMT |
You Gently Break The Stems Off Stars |
I wrote this poem the other night. I feel awful about penning it let alone posting it. Its as if I am treading murky waters. I'm not supposed to feel this way.You gently break the stems off starsat bo... Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 08:56:00 GMT |
Tranquility of Bliss...I Thou I It |
May 4th, 2008experience the deity. God-intoxicated. Let him lose himself in God. Lost in the cyclical routine, the monotonous route travelled in search of the self bathed in the glory of God self. God... Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 16:13:00 GMT |
Spirit/Theatre |
Spirit. Whats to say of this word. It feels as if it is some lonely ghost to whom one would wish to lend a sheet to. To study philosophy, read all the great works of literature, to tremble at the feet... Posted by on Sat, 28 Feb 2009 11:25:00 GMT |