Night |
I take this night in the palm of my hand.Toss it onto the table like a gambler.Ever so gently so that the weight doesn't break the legs for the night is heavy.Weighing enough in stirred thoughts as be... Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 04:51:00 GMT |
Un-passed Past - A Poetic Narrative |
He forgot the world around him existed. And for a moment that was true.After all the worlds glazed eyes insisted.His heart shot walls down through.This story is shaded, but may otherwise be simple.Gi... Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 21:29:00 GMT |
The Greater Step |
The earth has been shaken many times before.The tremors that we know as history stand before us in the pages of our priorities.We are all growing tired and one by one falling asleep.It's okay if you d... Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 01:31:00 GMT |
Weep No More |
Hold this in place for only a moment. The heart you have shared. It has given you your breath, your blood, your compassion. Please remember that what you have is never broken but ever longing.Forgive ... Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:47:00 GMT |
An Uninspired Love Poem |
Fall into me. Try your best to absorb into me. For my heart is stainless steel.But no doubt, you are fire so hot.Melt me down, I have waited for this, I am sure.The sun as warm as it is lets me know I... Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 13:05:00 GMT |
There I Lay |
By the sea, beneath the yellow and sagging moon, there I lay.For the world outside never led me anywhere else. There I lay.For my conscious devoured every action but this. There I lay.For time counted... Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 20:16:00 GMT |
I deserve it. |
I've been trying my best to fervently glow.. but the ever-binding shadows of my past hold fast to my flow.I'll wait for my wind, I'll wait to uncover, I'll wait for anything above this light hover.Enk... Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 22:43:00 GMT |
I dont know. |
Perhaps I am the perfect guy, and I can't see it..Perhaps that's just what people think.Perhaps I'm just an idiot for writing this.Perhaps that's just what I think.Perhaps I'm not perfect at all.Perha... Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
Of course. |
The dead love flowers.
They know what it's all about.
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 00:05:00 GMT |
Realization |
We wait for dwelling time to pass.Our sacred books, Our holy chants.We waste our grounds and fill our holes.We make up tales and climb up poles.Forget the levels below us now.God is waiting and he is ... Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 23:05:00 GMT |