choke hold |
Love...even the best
part
The part that comsumed
us
As much as we consumed
it
Ingested, but never
metabolized
Now lodges in a dark
place
Sticking somewhere...
halfway between up
and down...
...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 16:00:00 GMT |
repost |
Give it up: You're a neo-classical Renaissance man living in the savage garden, with your head above the fray and your fists encased in words spun out from a heart beating a pace ahead of your mind. W...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 18:49:00 GMT |
leap |
The sound of exaltation
from the ledge
Just before that blissful
plunge
Is a symphony of desire
A moth flown to the fire
A grand cacaphony of
released pain
Held onto for a millenium
too long
Only slig...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 14:51:00 GMT |
homeless |
In the chill aftermath
of your soundless
goodbye
Hushed shouts resound
within the hollow
vacancy
Of that place once
reserved
For only the most
resilient
Those few who know
the backroads of
frien...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 16:54:00 GMT |
fallingrockzone |
When touch becomes
torment
When words beget
regret
When a look foments
rebellion
in the injured places
You will find me,
precisely where
I've always
been
A stone's throw
from the next
landslide
And w...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 17:35:00 GMT |
nothing |
You have fallen, perversely..
from below the waterline
To land in a pool of your
own stagnation
Blame, you tell yourself,
is semantics in other's
vocabulary
While you exonerate
the self-serving, self...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 08:49:00 GMT |
no neutral corners |
It's said the first man
to raise a fist
Is the first to run out
of ideas
So....
You shadow-box the
man inside into
submission
With gloves full of
determined effort,
and ink-stained
fingers..
But...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 15:12:00 GMT |
frost warning |
Beneath is: Quiet...calm..
solitary..
Under, yet also within,
the Cold..
Woven into it's fabric, a
molecule of ice crystal,
an integral part of the
shroud....
Wherein the sun's rays
fail to penetrate ...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 15:44:00 GMT |
20/20 |
Oh, the view from five
thousand feet above
'See' level...
Clear vision but a dream
you once had so long
ago of yourself...
Now falling, flailing away
at handholds to break the
descent...
And as the il...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 16:56:00 GMT |
X moon |
The moon is an illusion,
a trickster's devise of
multi-paned glass..
Whose glow reflects
the multi-pained
distance
Between two beats
of the same heart,
when Need is a
beast
Whose claws sink
deeper ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 19:57:00 GMT |
