Savage Son |
&n... Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 19:35:00 GMT |
This Is Not That |
these are nota group of wordscalled poetrywhich have rhyme and are beautifulin their reasonwritten thoughtssomewhat like, butterfly wingshaphazardly moving in the soft warm breeze.no, these are just w... Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 22:57:00 GMT |
This Morning |
This morning I walked out barefoot into the yard. Sleepily I stumbled towards a lawn chair. The cat leaped onto the table near by and joined me. We stared up in quiet wonderment at Mars and the other ... Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 14:31:00 GMT |
Before |
How long before you
...take a taste of me
...What is it,
...The smell of my skin or
...Seduction in my eyes
...perhaps
...The feel of my hair or
...The softness in my voice
...... Posted by on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 02:19:00 GMT |
The Sky is Falling Tonight |
The neon numbers on the clock are flashing as the alarm is beeping.Awakening and reminding me that the sky is falling, dragging my heart and bruising it along the way.
My pillows and tangled hair are ... Posted by on Fri, 05 May 2006 03:03:00 GMT |
Wild Wind |
There's a wild wind raging
everywhere I look.
Rubber balls,
shoes and rocks go flying
making the dogs hurridly scamper
underneath the house.
And the gleaming emblem
that stood so proud
on the Mercedes... Posted by on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 23:11:00 GMT |
Swirl |
Stars drip on the heads
of a gathered crowd
lost in thier own dreams.
Music blows
and the wind caresses.
Making love wont
makes us grow old
cry two moist bodies
moving in unity.
Time becomes their ow... Posted by on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 16:17:00 GMT |
The Thoughts are Warm and Worn |
Seductive she lays
with Glittery warmth
She's veiled outside
hiding her
life
Origin Unknown
She's never
Alone
Try if you might
to capture her
heart
Her love's neverending
And little
is given
 ... Posted by on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 18:28:00 GMT |
Before the delusion of adulthood |
Before the delusion of adulthood ,before the beginning of our souls decay,there is the bright hope of childhood. &n
bsp; &nbs... Posted by on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 14:11:00 GMT |
Bukowski |
I always hear people saying they hate L.A.They say it like a "bless you"they say it without thinking ,it just comes out.I don't understand that statement.I grew up among those concrete trees and aspha... Posted by on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 19:52:00 GMT |