cold still |
as the plane went down, he sat and wrote:
dear Wendy, im about to die and i see your face, beautiful and smiling. i see you holding all the children we had yet to have. i know we married young an...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 15:50:00 GMT |
Slurred Speach |
Im stuck...
and its dark. the bars are closed, but this ones open. this bars tender has gone home, but left my poor soul alone. trapped, chained to my glass. the clock wont stop its spinning motion ar...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 19:28:00 GMT |
lonesome paradise |
in my dreams i wake up from a slow nap in a lush green wilderness. not a soul in sight. almost as if my waking life were the dream i was coming out of, and back to the reality of the forest. back to t...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 14:29:00 GMT |
the thief |
jump back into it. work those abused powers of articulation. flex them like bad knees, bend to the chest, extend, roll the heel, feel the tendrils of inspiration flow back into your fingers like a slo...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 07:03:00 GMT |
a Speck |
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it is a depressing day when a man realizes that he will never completely envelope the world. no matter how much a man will travel, he is but a moving speck. never everywhere at once. always ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 00:46:00 GMT |
now for the REAL come back (the real fuck you) |
i find that i havent found enough. i see a world beyond my mind. i live in a cubicle, yet i work and play and drive outside, in the grass, and on the freeway. i scream silently to leave me be, but im ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 21:14:00 GMT |
The Subject Matter is Anti-Matter (in other words) MY COME BACK! |
people ask me "whats the matter?" and i tell them "...everything"
this world is made up of matter. who should someone be singling me out and trying to turn my emotions and thoughts into somethi...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 21:05:00 GMT |
somewhere over the rain flow. |
in my head i see the rain gathering into puddles, and streaming down a steep desert highway, turning all that is dry and barren into a paradise. i couldent think of a more deserving environment. after...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Apr 2005 14:04:00 GMT |
UB 40 |
I'll be 21.
Posted by on Thu, 24 Mar 2005 18:01:00 GMT |
Exscuse ME Sir! |
Sometimes there are people who& well, sometimes there are just people. In your life, that is, in your waking life, who& well well just leave it as
Sometimes there are people& and sometimes there...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Mar 2005 13:17:00 GMT |
