The Ocean |
Descend in the void where humankind remains intact, Where potential is measured with sore wrists and tired eyes.
Her gentle words filtered through the debris, into a boundless mind.
A gentle hea...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 18:05:00 GMT |
For Jill |
Her fingers were cut since the day I first met her, and that hasnt changed. She touches on subjects I can barely grasp, and brings out the best in me. I pulled my insides out and spoke aloud, fel...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 23:28:00 GMT |
Decoy |
The truth she said, was in the back of her head. A decoy to her honesty and stable state of mind. We followed these lines to the limits of this city. Homes far from here, and my bandaged feet are soon...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 21:47:00 GMT |
life and limb |
I broke my neck just to look god in the face. A domestic opinion was what the story described. An image ive seen that proved the figure wrong. Ill shed life and limb for the sake of honor and honesty....
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:10:00 GMT |
Grandfather. |
My grandfather died today (June 11th) at 5:00. He was 86.
He was a real important peice of my life and childhood, and really, I didnt see this coming. He was healthy, happy and strong, he lived ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 20:23:00 GMT |
Murmur |
Murmur
An absence that felt so full, this murmur of a choking heart. Soil came between us and my present days. With empty hands I remember when they felt so full. Little, or so often, we p...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 19:25:00 GMT |
The Air Between |
The Air Between
As if I had never lived so well, the open sea became the arms that carried me home. I woke in the night beneath two sheets, I reached out gently, touching the air between. Dissapo...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 19:20:00 GMT |
The Same |
The same
Ponder the structure beneath the rinsing tide, eyes fixed on approaching beams of light, I let all my worldly possessions float away, and I collided with the sheet of glass. The preivious day...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 18:33:00 GMT |
Sin and glory |
I rolled up my sleeves as she sat burning in that chair. what more can I do but gather ash and pray for the voices to stop. The illusion comes in mind and body, draws my breath from the lungs. Here in...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 19:18:00 GMT |
Monument? No. Monolith. |
---------------------------------The rising of mercury,and the shaking of hands.Spilling themselvesand Clearing the dust.----------------------------------Upon the sturdy shoulders of time, the messen...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 19:08:00 GMT |
