Right Around the Corner |
Endings for beginnings Does failure teach success? Now embraces us, everyone sings. Yet, I digress. It's true, the good things go and the irritants like to brew In the chaos of unending blizzards, mo...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 05:35:00 GMT |
Enlightenment ^_^ I kid you not |
Illumination one. You are not the thinker Knowing this enables you to observe 'the thinker'. The moment you start watching 'the thinker', a higher level of consciousness becomes activated. You then ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 05:38:00 GMT |
I am. I think. I will. |
Ayn Rand, AnthemI am. I think. I will.My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . . My forest . . . This earth of mine. . . . What must I say besides? These are the words. This is the answer.I stand her...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 05:34:00 GMT |
Throw away your clothes |
When an archtype calls to your dearheartTake time to stop and thinkBattles won, sometimes they sinkThere comes a time when all friends part.Tragedy, oft times forms a sparkMetal melts and wood it ch...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 01:11:00 GMT |
When the sky fell down |
I feel destroyed as the marbled surface of my eyes,pulse with every heartbeatIt seems as ifIn some place far, some sweetly beating distant starBeats in rythym with my heart My lungs; smoke filled...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 22:17:00 GMT |
The conflict dance |
When schisms rupture and shades of dark do dances.When devils dine with devils in glee,Another conflict! Born of reverie.The Angels must have dropped their harps and deemed to roll the die of chances....
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 13:33:00 GMT |
The fairy drummer |
My wishes fly along like fairies.From heart to mind to sky.Lit up.With light of moon and star and sigh, andelectric street lamps stood up high, on posts in old England.My wishes like jewels of bold tu...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 13:30:00 GMT |
Earthly rictus |
Oh, it touches hereand touches thereThings rather not touched anywhere;poverty, lends sad songs of woe, to the listening embodiments of the twirling air.But brown mud still feels warm against feetcry...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 10:49:00 GMT |
Bugs |
I crush hastelesslyWhenever I write words of loveThe sweet soft scent that lives on in my mind of her even when she is farOh look,A bugcrawling on my pageAnd thumb strikes without thought and crushesB...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 03:11:00 GMT |
Zero draft Excerpt |
The old rocking chair I sit in creaks as I let it fall to and fro, the shadow of the fire, a bright red and yellow lies on the wall behind me, dancing like fireflies about the dark shape of my form, a...
Posted by on Sat, 26 May 2007 03:15:00 GMT |
