My Journey (Psyc and History of Western Art) |
My mind is so restless that I split it in half,The one side is statues and art of the past.The other is science of how the mind works,I'll ponder them both until the two sides hurt.Alone in my room is...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 21:58:00 GMT |
The First Day Back to School in a Year and a Half |
The First Day Back to School in a Year and a Half, by SophieThings are fine,If not sublimeI'm waiting for class once again.So long since I took itAnd my open bookletReminds me of what it was like.The ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:06:00 GMT |
Poem: The Paper Sand-trap |
So lost that day to stumble on the great paper sand-trap.This broken sun fell, burrowing deep into my brow, and I, too little for the journey went ahead of the rest to where the great lizards of past ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 19:35:00 GMT |
Poem: Orchard |
Nothing has grown here since I don't know when,but, I'm beck in my Orchard once again,to mind the field where nothing will sprout,and carve in a tree what life's been about.My great sentiment was some...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 05:45:00 GMT |
Poem: Mississippi |
Cold the winds of Avalon,whose rustic landscape paints the hearth,who's father's bleed the earth to feed,the children of a damnable birth.And Tiger-lilies sprout 'round the only exit route,and I mysel...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 22:50:00 GMT |
Poem: Tennessee |
Come stand around me, I'll sing you a song,'bout the beautiful girl to who it belonged,and the terrible, terrible tale.Oh, not many have heard, not many believe,but listen you will and that's all that...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 22:28:00 GMT |
Immortal; An Ode to the Common Cold |
Oh, the skies sparkled brightly and the flames of Egypt and Norway crippled the atmosphere, leading the fresh rays downward to the forgotten capital of Atlantis, whose, by curious coincidence, name is...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 13:00:00 GMT |
poem: The Deep Dark |
The Deep Darkby: Sophie (George Keveson)
So this the silence as it grips the silver tassels hanging tight from tapestries of our virtues,the sounded drum yelps in the deep dark of our shunned conscien...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 08:37:00 GMT |
Dawn, the Puzzlement of Downward Motion |
And now we're awake like the first opened box of paper clips you push your little fingers through on Monday morning before the boss has arrived. And now we're awake like the Japanese square watermelon...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 18:06:00 GMT |
Genesis; The working man overcomes the inadequacies of his emotion instability |
A steady flow of positivity charged energy illuminated this rock-sphere for the first time many many years ago, though there is some debate on how and why. "It's still dark here, enlightenment and all...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 21:51:00 GMT |
