Da Mouth, Nothing |
Nothing there but pauses causes for stopping and not doing the everyday and the simple way just following the nugget instead of the mine leads to fine but not fine for the time wihen there is nothing.
Posted by Lloyd on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 08:06:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Short |
I will find my kind and in this kindness and in that patterns and through that peace and from there slumber where i can dream of finding other kinds.
Posted by Lloyd on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 11:49:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Review |
I looked and hated myself pagenated precursors to fate too late not stated but close so close and fear and dread hang gross on my shoulders like boulders of consequence slowing my attention.
Posted by Lloyd on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 02:57:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Playing |
All for time in toiling trials piles moving from style to style same pains repeated and carried exalted and worshiped rather than buried and the voices are noiseless echoes of old choices.
Posted by Lloyd on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 01:11:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Pass |
Of all the balls that float and fall the game is gall for making calls for things you hold and things you don't for things you do and the things you won't the trying has the title to the life.
Posted by Lloyd on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 09:07:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Pull Up |
I saw this smile for no reason for awhile it depressed me i was inverse a terse reaction to satisfaction time and wonder walls asunder I laughed did not care who was watching.
Posted by Lloyd on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 07:52:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Boo |
Seeing it shouting pointing then waiting lately late is the plate of my dinner no winner just a listener to begin a stir for a stew for a who that is not me or a you who I grew in to.
Posted by Lloyd on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 04:02:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Animals |
A cog to clog the blog to show logs in the fog to the stagnant frogs and jogging dogs to shake the grog and dry the soggy toggles that boggle our goggles and keep the farmer separate from the hog.
Posted by Lloyd on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 04:17:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Swing |
Hanging suspended has it ended before the hit the smash the crash of notice I owe this fury to the jury of my peers that sear my status in the spinning apparatus I hang in hanging.
Posted by Lloyd on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 11:33:00 PST |
Da Mouth, Pieces |
A broken joke that spills no laughter after pokes of spoken gaffers gather hokey careless crafters in the soup of baffled halfers seeming there but barely here dear to fears of those much dafter.
Posted by Lloyd on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 09:49:00 PST |
