Samsara |
The warmth of your embrace enfolds.My gaze is drawn from empty stone corridors to yours.The meeting of our shores begins a bridge spanning the gap in communication and direction.Triggers a vital disse...
Posted by Autopilot Shuffles on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 02:08:00 PST |
The Transient |
If breathing is the answer, its the question we've been looking for.I didn't know what I was missing 'til someone tore it out of my head.Taking anything as a sign, regiments of speculation and doubt a...
Posted by Autopilot Shuffles on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 12:26:00 PST |
Incarcineration |
Rolling souls gather moss around the knolls edge, unanswered notes in this philharmonic survey. Handing out pencils for the parking ticket playground. Slight sounds emanate as walls begin to shake, Ma...
Posted by Autopilot Shuffles on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 02:57:00 PST |
Digital Sundials |
A lost and found burial ground. Throw the missing parkas of a semesterin hell into a cardboard-box hole in eternity.Your role has never been so clear. Stand back and act as a scratching post for the m...
Posted by Autopilot Shuffles on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 10:18:00 PST |
The Old Man and the Seizure |
Carting loads of sentiment through crowded barren tenements. A mass of critical rations raised to meet the rents demands.Peering at remains they cling to what dangles, a sideways angle of abstract hea...
Posted by Autopilot Shuffles on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 11:37:00 PST |
