Chronicle of a Dream |
I thought not to post this. ... Fuck it. It messed my head up. It was beyond real. Incredibly vivid. Stlll stuck in my mind four days later.
I woke up feeling empty. The principle is instinctual. I'm...
Posted by on Sat, 27 May 2006 22:46:00 GMT |
Two Haiku |
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I should be kicking,
but I doubt that it would hurt.
I'll have to practice.
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The cellar door silence.
One sound that's really something.
Absolute nothing.
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 01:10:00 GMT |
Montel Williams |
I was surfing the channels yesterday when I happened across an odd girl playing the piano. She played well, but sadly I was mostly just curious what was wrong with her. Soon her moment was over a...
Posted by on Wed, 10 May 2006 13:22:00 GMT |
The dog |
The dog sleeps in a cage tonight. ... She takes after the cat.
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 00:15:00 GMT |
A room |
The smell of cat urine is all around me. Ammonia, strong as Pine Solve in a Brady Bunch kitchen. There's blood in the urine when you do see it. Most times it must be on the once fancy c...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 08:39:00 GMT |
Jury Duty |
Today I recieved a summons for jury duty. This is a first for me.
Posted by on Sat, 11 Mar 2006 15:07:00 GMT |
A Date (another older write) |
Dinner served for two.
It's set by one.
So sets the Sun on a day's depression.
I am the one you call to cry to.
On the phone I speak.
I weep.
I sweep up the tears that you portray.
I am the day.
I am ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 17:11:00 GMT |
Hiding In Waiting (an old one) |
This is me.
The sacraficial lamb.
I am my own god hocked to the Sun.
Hiding in waiting.
I await the when in which the clouds crash down to my earth
in one brilliant thunder of wrongs done right.
Ma...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 17:06:00 GMT |
The Damn Cat |
I have a cat. Name is Gilbert. Terribly obnoxious, but lovable. He's been practicing his attack while I've been away. I'm impressed.
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 22:18:00 GMT |
Spit |
In a sea of belief.
In an ocean of memorial debris.
Try to paint a portrait and you bleed.
Blue. Blue. Blue... Until it's blurred.
In a smudge form face I should recognize I realize good reason c...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 15:14:00 GMT |
