Who remembers this? |
this vessel is taking water grasping the rails insides are out lost at sea shouting MUTINYSo many metaphors for dysfunction and in the tempestJESUS CHRIST is throwing ANCHORMakeshift i.v. looms and au...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 07:27:00 GMT |
LOve |
I found this today-DOn't get mad Turbo-Just wanted to share-To Everything:Again it feels as if as my sun rises your setseating single serving mealswatching life pass through my eyeswishing they were y...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 15:05:00 GMT |
the TRUTH is back |
TIME !time ?I feel as the sixth fingered man after his run in with Inigo Montoya though instead of blood/life spilling forth from my wounds it is time. My hands wet with time. The more I try to stop t...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 20:18:00 GMT |
A campfire tale |
The storm brews in the belly of the beast Standing taller than any man With a shadow that brings a chill Black is not the way to explain the vacant eyesHot stale breath crawls over wet, pearl white ji...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 15:12:00 GMT |
The sound of the city tonight |
The hum of the street almost too loud for us to speak Guessing thoughts and reading lips Holding hands for keeps not for quits As the summer sun pounds down on us, we tend to grow quieter Longing to c...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 00:38:00 GMT |
What do those markers on this watch really mean? I mean it . (Said really mean) |
Time is all we have To be clearer time is that in which we will be measured by Even more acute what we do with time will be remembered by Or are we even to be remembered at all?Last night I watched th...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 16:59:00 GMT |
Words there is usually a lack of good ones |
Words better said as the combination of There are more of these than those stars whom fill our night sky None of which can make this right or change those already exchangedStrange how those that go un...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 13:04:00 GMT |
The Adventures of Love and Rodan number one is here. |
Get'um while you can. The first mini comic, about the adventures of Loves Happiness and Rodan Cyrus. Follow the high jinx of these two lovable pit bulls on there first summer vacation together.
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 16:16:00 GMT |
My hands still shake at the sound of Your voice |
We open the door to cake or to better say it to bake The windows to our souls so cheap The stucco on the walls yellowedWhile you where out "the world held it breath" And if that's what you think you a...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 16:12:00 GMT |
For the first time in a long time |
I have arrived not to say I have arrivedOver thirty years to late might I add But I 'm here now and this voice is ready to be heard The heavens echo with a melody as the earth rumbles in retortThe sky...
Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 15:51:00 GMT |
