Without Words |
Without Words Feed, need, contain, burn, itch, shiftingback and forth with hands in pockets,with hands on hips,with hands on head.Im restless from a lack of reckless movementsdiversions, reality ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Nov 2009 12:06:00 GMT |
Ode to the Working Man |
I revere your skinas it glides through the fields,that glistening sheenshines true of your health. I adore that sweat asit grants us asylum,a somatic glaze that stifles the heat. I absorb your scent...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Aug 2009 21:41:00 GMT |
lost love |
Everything was brighter,lighter,moving in synchronic beauty,perfect like it's never been,why does this never last?Anything to find youmake you,crumbling in erratic fragments,frantic like you've never ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 18:08:00 GMT |
Are you thinking? |
Did you ever sit back and say thanks?When the air breathes fresh, enveloping gusts of good feeling,were you thankful for that? Can you recall a day where it felt OK to be awakened?Can you remember th...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 20:38:00 GMT |
The sense in nonsense |
Amble stroll, amble view,
stumble fall, crumble new.
Wonder shunned, profit none,
ponder speak, comfort some.
Dabble thoughts, raging laugh,
surging faults, empty mass.
Amp...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 17:38:00 GMT |
Self Ingrained |
Repetitive motion
enhancing the deftness of mechanical process,
and now you're primed for this task.
The sound slams vicious,
dissonant at daybreak,
and you awake with a grumble
to toil...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 20:03:00 GMT |
Approaching Philosophy |
The things I've thoughtI see mirrored by "the thinkers".I learn that my ideas are not common but inherant.The same injustices are enraging the rich of mind.The same discontentsare building thei...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 19:58:00 GMT |
My Double-Edged Crutch |
Oh, how i dreadthe sober reality,recalling my actswith terrible clarity.The foreman of tragedyslaps me again.those hangover blueshave become my worst friend.Yet still there are timeswhen the truth lie...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 11:00:00 GMT |
What you asked for |
with a twist of circumstancethis tumbleweed moves,shedding some masswhile tweaking the tune."i wish i was older","i want to command."our pressures meant nothingand still we complained.it's shifting an...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 03:02:00 GMT |
anomalies lost |
a siren of depth speaks vigilant, harsh. the prodigy mate is staring but apt. the strength of tendancies, the ingrained response, fighting and loving a balance long sought. the message of youth...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 00:32:00 GMT |
