Ill be here |
After the rocket's thruststops blaring in your earI'll be hereI'll be here
Even though you've been out of my worldfor all these yearsI'll be hereI'll be hereWhen your ship burst back Through the atmos...
Posted by duck on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 02:02:00 PST |
I’m afraid you are afraid of me... |
Brown silk laying down your back
Just enough so that I can't see
I'm afraid you'll be a heart attack
I'm afraid you are afraid of me
Spin around like your dress don't care
Second glance and a d...
Posted by duck on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 01:38:00 PST |
Come play in the sand |
wrote this sitting on the beach today...
Baby you're my jet
but I'm just another trail of smoke you left
What carried you
To solitude
What brought you to
This flight you flew...who knew
Baby yo...
Posted by duck on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 05:14:00 PST |
blues song (it sounded good in my head) |
I'm so gone
I'm so gone
you've gone and left me
all alone
if all this time
if all these nights
if only you'd have made me
I'd fight for life
you left without a heart
you left ...
Posted by duck on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 09:40:00 PST |
on my mind |
my life's a questmy heart's a bookI'm a pair of diceI'm a second lookI'm a no-gettera page to mask a lettermy chance to make it betteris only if I let herthese midnight daysthis endless nightyou prove...
Posted by duck on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 07:55:00 PST |
random |
random shit that had to come out, definitely not finished
live out all your dreamsand make believe that baby we've been as happy as we've always made it seem
just another scartear me apartyour ...
Posted by duck on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 02:50:00 PST |
answer me this |
I've been posting a bulletin about people asking me questions. These are a few that had nice replies. Keep asking and I'll keep answering.
Snappy answers
Sam "Can you explain how a duck receive...
Posted by duck on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 12:25:00 PST |
never finished this, never had to |
a moment of grace and stridea night alone in my roommy cherry fender strat my brideand I was her groom
we danced until we felland recorded not one soundbut a seed of notes I plantedinto her fret...
Posted by duck on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 05:45:00 PST |
more poetry, this one's kinda angry |
This poem like most I do is unfinished, or unpolished anyway. It's kinda just random couplets, but they all lead toward one thing. This is called "Driving my Hearse"
A day at churchan ancient verseque...
Posted by duck on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 11:03:00 PST |
Old ass poetry from an altered perception |
This is a VERY old poem. It doesn't even really deserve a title. It's kinda hard to follow, but it'll make some sense to alot of the people I know.
around my headthe fungus grewputting all things...
Posted by duck on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 10:48:00 PST |
