Stars. |
Stars.like little peepholes in a dark blue sheet smeared across the clouds by your unholy feetalmighty sands smother the skywhyYou dish out dreams in raindropsthe wayI dish out love in teardropswhen y...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 08:51:00 GMT |
... as I find myself |
For the first time in a long time I am in danger of becoming a statistic, a cliche, a droplet of water in a vast expanse of dangerous waters as I find myself falling ....Love.Love ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 02:57:00 GMT |
I Miss You! |
Her Date of Birth was April 3rd 1910.She passed June 22nd 1998.It’s a few months short of Ten Years since ...I can’t talk about it ... stillIt hurts ... badlyI miss you ... badly.x
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 10:57:00 GMT |
Commercial Break (Part 1) |
I am watching American Idol so this has got to be a quickie, commercial break and all. So I just realised that I have closed a couple of doors, bolted them and handed back the keys and you do not even...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 14:16:00 GMT |
Blind Dreams. |
I close my eyesand I see blind dreamsfilthy misconceptions floating onunrealised streamsI wonder what you see in meas the sea of misbehaviour leansagainst my slowly breaking seamsI close my eyesand I ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 06:49:00 GMT |
The Value in Flight! |
You will often hear people speak in retrospect of their feelings of loneliness and isolation. People who have found something to populate the unfrequented routes and rhythms that make up the musicalit...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 20:23:00 GMT |
Given Up! |
I have given up. I am living in recognition of the sacrifices it took to bring my life to fruition. I have given up on recklessness. Violent thoughts which led to equally violent exchanges both verbal...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 01:29:00 GMT |
The Story of the letter ’F’ |
I have had a disastrous week, fuelled not by controversy but by tragedy. I have finally got out of the gap, not the hole and yes there is a vast difference. I had to stand in a gap for my family. I di...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 17:10:00 GMT |
... me? Who am I? |
This is not about those things you ask me to define me. This is not about your zone. This is not about your comfort. This is not about your reality. This is not about ... me. I am not to be questioned...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 12:40:00 GMT |
Slavery. National Tour. |
The idea of recreating what has already been created. Depicting the desecration of generations of my ancestry. Reliving something that has already been outlived. Crying tears that have already fallen ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 04:05:00 GMT |
