Passiveness. [not a poem] |
As of late I've been trying to pursue the Buddhist spiritual lifestyle.I'm not going to bullshit and say I'm amazing and doing it perfectly,nor that I'm an aspiring monk.My straight-edge-ed-ness cover...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Oct 2009 18:36:00 GMT |
End of Poetry |
When I feel what I cannot sayI see what I cannot expressIts like waking up and finding french toast in a drawerVocabulary's bounds are the immaterialand that is its sourceThe cerebral Cerberusvanguard...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Oct 2009 22:39:00 GMT |
October Nights |
Invigorating.Elongation of the sweet veil of night,where I can sail the starsguided by your voice.Its those same nightsso long agowhere I remember the scarsthe dread and self-loathing.But now juxtapos...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Oct 2009 20:47:00 GMT |
Happy |
Her smilesare reward enoughFor the strifeComplete contentedness.
Posted by on Thu, 08 Oct 2009 19:50:00 GMT |
Button. |
Button.Or is it a Trigger?Conversation has never been so easy,I can edit my thoughts, prune my mindCensor my passion and silence my libido.Its liberating really.I can bubble nothings that froth from m...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 21:14:00 GMT |
Furtive Futility |
sapped of my last stores of salvation.Vanity or Valor?Regrettably both rear themselves as rejectionI put my berries in two baskets for frugalityForlorn locusts are force fedvoracious appetites are sat...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Sep 2009 21:17:00 GMT |
Heart Palpatations. |
My Veins are highways with congested trafficThey're all trying to get north and southMy tongue is swallowed seeing a familiar smileThe same grin that has conquered nations and heartsGoddamn pretty lad...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Aug 2009 22:09:00 GMT |
Bastardization of Bliss |
My guise.when the audience leaves the theatermy shame.lurking where limelight once shonemy tormentknowing it shines for those constructed for it.rife with decay this lair smells so sweetwhen I have th...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:21:00 GMT |
Automotion |
Autonomaton's audacity, You want to function and feel?The heart pumps fluid in every direction,but we can make you work,just wait and see.It will be alright,just a sting and the syringe grants salvati...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 00:35:00 GMT |
Surreality |
Its repetition that kills me,a sense this has happened beforecandy canes "om nom nom"Tooth decay a day away.I'm backtracking, retracing my stepsI think I've lost my dignity somewhere,have you seen it?...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:14:00 GMT |
