3.4.5. |
No panic at the gate, no real regret,we admit no blame, though silently accept,when voices that could speak do not protest.The most forgiving son of man will still resentpromises a thousand, a thousan...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 20:02:00 GMT |
Mantra |
Each morning, I wake, and some days I have new eyes...With which I see so many things, invisible before.Understanding is the opposite of bliss, without disguise,It's only chance my reaching out reveal...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:00:00 GMT |
Blacksmith |
Inner core of metal turned to rust,
Sea-spray in the air must be to blame,
It shall shine again one day, I hope and trust,
The amalgam day-to-day affects a change.
I seek to ring the shards against a ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 13:24:00 GMT |
Happy Thoughts Can Kill |
I had a dream about you. We were in a little cafe seated nearest the front window, and perfect sunshine spilled in all around you. You were talking and stirring your coffee, but I didn't hear a thing ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 12:16:00 GMT |
On the Wing |
Before you'd left your perch to find a dream,So high you were, so far your mind could seeSafely there among the rocking trees,
&n...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 21:26:00 GMT |
dark & stormy |
..>Dear Dark and Stormy,Please, don't you leave me...I was just learning to keep course without the stars.Dear Dark and Stormy,The eyes you flash me...They strike like lightning at the center of my he...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:28:00 GMT |
Waste Not Precious Time |
Hasten backward boy, and look,Hearken back and see,Waste not time, so do it quick-Become alacrity.Fear the clock and fear the blade,Love the moon and sea,Trod the ground that they forbade,Emerge trium...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 18:07:00 GMT |
Inspiration |
It made me feel so far away from home,
the sound of mothers speaking to their children.
Smothered, tired, and aching to the bone,
I see castles and my hands do burn to build them.
Where on earth ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 22:32:00 GMT |
buffalo nickel of hope (LOL) |
Your eyes are sourcing for limits, The mind behind them seeks ends, The mind in finding exhibits, Power to make the spoon bend. A fork in the road, from the other direction, Is a place where opposites...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 20:13:00 GMT |
creative writing 2 |
...Karstenne was locked in thought, when without preamble, the grinding sound began again and the juggernaut's "head" turned slowly back around, not waiting or caring what the decision of a small fles...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:51:00 GMT |
