my poetry |
My poetry -
You'll never hear it spoken
its not meant for ears
cause sometimes they hear
the wrong thing
My words -
You'll never read them written
neither
cause eyes sometimes dont
s...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 20:47:00 GMT |
a eulogy for poetry |
sweet whispers into unlocked doorsinvisible artiststhe rain and cold creeping intothe indifferent places in theunwanted winter sunrisewhat does it all mean?nothinga world full of poetry andno poets to...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:25:00 GMT |
just so you know |
I still see youyou knowthere are times when night is more clear than dayand I see you in those momentsof my dreamsyou are therethe you I let go and the you who I knewand mea little less unsure this ti...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:20:00 GMT |
by any other name |
a drifter is not a travellerno, she doesnt just travela drifter driftsthrough lifethrough meadowsthrough songs played on5-string guitars with words thathave long since been forgottenthrough junglescom...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:12:00 GMT |
caught in it |
this is the last time i close my eyes.close my eyes and forget toopen them.there is no pain as great asstanding up again.standing up again and forgettingwhat its like to fall.let the rain come. let it...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 16:10:00 GMT |
symphonies |
i thought id be writing symphoniesi thought the rain would stop fallingturns out my music is not as bright asi thought it used to sound andthe sky is still dark with the clouds thati thought had melte...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 18:20:00 GMT |
excercises in self-importance |
22 April 2008.San Francisco, CA 1:33 pm.-3:33pm on the plains where i wish i was. Breathe. Just breathe. I did not come here for clarity, I was just ready to run - -again.I was just starting to settle...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:52:00 GMT |
for tyler |
i am not asleep.this is not a dream.you must have dissapeared whilemy eyes were closed because i opened them and you were gone.and now im running.going, going g-o-n-e.heading west for distant alleyway...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 22:35:00 GMT |
recalled |
i left early tonight becausea voice was speaking to me softly -it spoke of what comes next the inevitable changing of the wind themerciless turn of the tideits time to walk off again, to look for amer...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 18:50:00 GMT |
faust’s folly |
sometimes when the sun beats down onthe rolling hills of grass and trees it forcesme to places in my mind where clarityreplaces illusion and then i sitand stare out vacant windows atthe clouds and emp...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:12:00 GMT |
