silly humans.. |
the big payoff or pay up now sucka..love, pay eternal with painful compromise and hopefully no regrets. keep sweeping your porch of integrity and keep saying its all in the name of love. of true ... Posted by bi||Y on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:31:00 PST |
believe me you |
the head games drawn out like midnight suicidal one way trains seeering down the cold steel lines with only one light on in the caboose to see where youve been and steam foreward with no regrets. livi... Posted by bi||Y on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 10:05:00 PST |
right time right place kinda guy. |
roads slicked with suicidal tremors of a blinking, half burned out humming street lamp. buzzing its last breath that refuses to let go, holding on for one more evening of light and gui... Posted by bi||Y on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 10:26:00 PST |
night night |
and i said night night my beautiful woman and caressed your cheek with the back of my forefinger with the skin so much softer than a thousand rose peddals, you looked at me in an upward glance wi... Posted by bi||Y on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 11:00:00 PST |
love |
wondering thoughts of hearts broken by selfishness, all of them lined up on a mantle circling the world ten fold and then some. people talking of the wonderful thing to come, manifest we do!! al... Posted by bi||Y on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 01:51:00 PST |
knowing not |
when the feelings dont match the thoughts as we should have known better and their all a train wreck. subdued suspicions as the pills kick in and you say your submissive servents arent worthy of spit ... Posted by bi||Y on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 09:10:00 PST |
pin hole |
heart pounding meat tenderizing thuds on the butcher block of anxiety strickin thoughts come in waves of brilliant notions that we belong right where we are,doing exactly what were meant to be doing,a... Posted by bi||Y on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 01:19:00 PST |
black hole |
tears stream ever flowing into abyss. one into another as if two black holes were coliding in the cosmos. there is a word on the tip of our toung but to afraid to say. where is the girl that comes to ... Posted by bi||Y on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 12:21:00 PST |
scraped knees.. |
when we were children we wondered of the wonders to the stars and the crumpled up candy wrapper on the floor. the man on the corner with a banjo for a leg and a tuba for an arm that would sing for a q... Posted by bi||Y on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 01:56:00 PST |
lap dog. |
there's something wrong with the doors that are half closed or happy laughs from the room downstairs. the child is crying itself to sleep and no one cares but me. lap dog, where else. we stopped tryin... Posted by bi||Y on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 01:37:00 PST |