Firefly & What Dreams May Come for Jaden |
Firefly
Holdfast firefly to your quixotic keel,
Cling without recess to the imagined as if it real;
Small is the degree between concrete and conjecture,
Believing is the variable; love is the only tru...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 08:41:00 GMT |
The Saddest Song I ever wrote |
My ol' man loves that wine
Some in the mornin', afternoon, an' evenin's fine
Not particular 'bout time, vine, or even kind
They all taste the same in his mind
My ol' man loves that wine
My ol' ma...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 13:50:00 GMT |
That Splendid Thief |
Take it all away, everything, every morsel and mineral; major and miniscule
Leave me bare and exposed, fully naked, with only sunlight raining on my skin
Leave me scared and alone, forlorn and forsak...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 14:05:00 GMT |
The Price We Pay |
That which we sacrifice daily, that which we chase in vain
The material procuments that we choose, venery wealth before rectitude
foolishness over salvation, instant pleasure seems sweet, albeit a tem...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 14:16:00 GMT |
Mage |
Sum of herSummer's coming I can see itHear it smell it feel it breath itTaste it touch it Grasp it clutch itHold it hug itLive it love itI can be it, I believe it Hot days starry nightsBuckingham's co...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 15:57:00 GMT |
Love |
Petit Bon AngeMy definition, my composition, the meaning of what being me remainsThe breath I breathe, the blood I bleed, that which I did not make nor could I ever change.
The gift my mother cried fo...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 15:51:00 GMT |
Watch Your Step |
Watch Your StepThe best advice I've ever gotten came from someone that never knew meHe never met me and had no idea that he was giving advice directly to meHis message was on the stairs in a Union Sta...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 18:39:00 GMT |
my prayer |
ShibbolethThen they would say to him "then say shibboleth!" And he would say"sibboleth", for he could not pronounce it right...Judges 12-6When my blood starts to cool and I draw my last breathMa...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 21:37:00 GMT |
These Hands |
This poem is accompanied by still photos, by SteeleLife Studios, of shackled hands in five differing positions
A Proud Fist (Should be facing forward- Black Power)
Begging Hands (Help)
Prayer Hands (...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 18:38:00 GMT |
I pray you |
Love someone so much you go outside of yourself when too long away from your soul's compulsion and attraction.Love someone hard, that the thought of their permanent absence gives you actual convulsion...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 14:52:00 GMT |
