Sideways |
Sideways shuffle step overSee which sanity surfacesInto the brink of oblivionWorth finding sober serenityWandering waltz over the surfaceDancing drifted to disturbedDwelling past different daylightWas...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 05:43:00 GMT |
So much to say |
It's a far fetched fantasyThese late night wanderingsA satisfaction for denialTribute to this renewed intensityBordering to smoldering obsessionContentment too devotedly wishedRelief its on inebriatio...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 03:09:00 GMT |
Revelations |
It's a slow sort of revelationA halting turn in daylightI'm not here for explanationOr any real restitutionNow a matter of existenceA decision to move forwardNot to dwell in stagnate tensionGrowth res...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 03:05:00 GMT |
One bucking thing after another... |
(It’s amazing how I can find inspiration in a horse’s bucking attempt to realign my spine... and now I shall limp off and pity my back) The...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 13:11:00 GMT |
It just sorta fell out... |
No, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense... But then again, it was written in 100 degree weather after hours spent busting concrete and wood with a sledge hammer.
Righteous exhaustionThe ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 18:37:00 GMT |
To write reborn |
Shards of shattered sanity
Hallucinate and haunted harbor
A magnitude of morose memories
Plain but persistent presenting
This fugitive with furtive facades
Waiting wantonly and wasted
Beside regenerat...
Posted by on Sun, 20 May 2007 14:06:00 GMT |
Behind the mask |
These were written at work yesterday (okay yea, it was a really slow day... Locked bathroom doors, stopped up toliets, that sort of thing... lemme alone)
It's time to talk
About mesmerizing reality
A ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 16:35:00 GMT |
Mother Earth...Father Mountain |
It's a bit of a tribute, I don't think it needs an explanation.
Standing between Mother Earth and Father Mountain
Poised on the edge of a rocky abyss
Halting time to observe the solitude
Now deep seat...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 14:36:00 GMT |
From between the seats... |
So I was finally cleaning my car and I found this crumpled little piece of paper wedged between my seats... And magically enough it was a couple poems I must have written spur of the moment months ago...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 17:23:00 GMT |
Control! |
I swear the cookies were talking to me.They said "eat me"It was like some sort of weird alice in wonderland moment.At least the milk didn't say "drink me"That would have been a bit too much.But isn't ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 13:05:00 GMT |
