SONNET VIII |
VIII Naught but fate could rend apart,From different worlds yet souls entwined,A comedy of life writ at the start,In living parchment that doth bind. To break free from chains of dr... Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:57:00 GMT |
Come see my new band... |
...in a special sneak preview performance at the Enter Eden Cancer Benefit at Pineapple Jacks on December 12th. Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 20:58:00 GMT |
Sonnet VII |
To Winston
Melting snow ends winter's bite
Frosted grass from a frosted night
A flash of color with scents that stay
In the row you used to play
Blossoms grow on wispy boughs
Tree roots ... Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 06:08:00 GMT |
Hmmm |
Here I am in a new job. The promise of money is amazing. I'm looking at my billings freaking wrack up, am watching the money coming in, getting annoyed as hell having to save for taxes.&nb... Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 18:32:00 GMT |
Tortured Gothic Drivel |
This is from my "Gothic" phase. Pretty whacked out shit here. I was an angry little fella once upon a time ago. Heh
Downward Spiral..:namespace prefix = o ns... Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 22:10:00 GMT |
Sonnet 6 |
vi.
Shall I tell thee of my dreams?
For thou, my love, art in them all.
No flitting moments nor passing schemes,
Nor trophies framed to adorn my wall.
No passing fancy from thy smile
For I've known t... Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 21:49:00 GMT |
Sonnet 5 |
v.
From thine eyes the sun doth shine,
Forever from the break of day.
To warm with love this heart of mine,
Bursting forth to light the way
Behind thy lips thy prize awaits.
Shared in trust, that fur... Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 21:48:00 GMT |
Sonnet 4 |
iv
Winter had set the darkest night,
the hour of dread that set to flight
hopes and dreams of all the years
come crashing down with bitter tears
Entombed in ice this heart of mine
afraid to fee... Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 21:47:00 GMT |
Sonnet 3 |
iii.
In my mind I oft did see
A golden rain from the sky
Sapphire and Cannes in harmony
Together wed to tempt the eye.
In my mind I oft did learn
Secrets behind thy ruby doors
Softness belies the lus... Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 18:47:00 GMT |
Sonnet 2 |
Needless to say, the little skank didn't stick around. Of course her idea of fun was Coors Light and emotional abuse, so.... whatever. There is a lot to be said about... Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 18:43:00 GMT |