Tis’ nigh... |
Be that of disposition. Wading in collected thought. For an answer to the question, burning, nagging... "Tis' nigh," speaks one. One not seen, but heard. One either worldly or deity in form. And throu...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 04:29:00 PST |
This midnight |
Careful steps taken down a flight of cobblestone and plank. You, holding fast to a balance. Following a circular beam, illuminated. Tea lights flecked the air and dotted the sky this midnight. I crawl...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 03:28:00 PST |
A Passing |
It troubles me to know that I could have said goodbye. That I put it off too long, and now I'll never have a chance. You slipped away too fast... and I made my life too busy to make a little time. I w...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 12:15:00 PST |
Route 66 |
The asphalt stretches through the city like a sleeping black cat, and rolls out to the far reaches of the desert. The road has been long. It has been lonely. And its been this way since the beginning ...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 05:07:00 PST |
Condolences, HL... |
Clouded skies overhead. Waiting to rush through. A pent up torrent. The sound of a speeding heart. Like a thousand rifles, fired. I hear it, and it rains the tears. Full of bullet holes and flooding. ...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 02:14:00 PST |
The lonely few... |
Space never meant "so alone." Since the moment I left you distant. On the night I became so old to you. Where you spent every feeling, you had to. And laid silent on the rooftop. Lifted high above the...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:35:00 PST |
Calamity - Redemption |
Pedals drip from flowers in a vase. Lying on the oak. As snow falls on blades of grass. In slow motion, face down. Like fallen soldiers in a battlefield. No longer moving through air (oxygen). We fall...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 12:18:00 PST |
Swamp Fox |
The "ever" that comes after for. So frequently uttered. The one they speak of. Vast and unknown, unfathomable, unrelenting... It exists. But they have never seen it. Nor have I, or will I, or they, or...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:16:00 PST |
200 GB Heart |
It's simple, though it's never easy. To keep a beating heart cloistered from the maligned tendencies of the humankind. The miserly wretches that seek to steal what is yours and stare in avarice. ...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 09:40:00 PST |
Angel 2.0 (Hope lives...) |
Energy expended, I switched to water. I held them all in my hands, I was losing steam though. Break. I walked to the edge of the liquid source and my life stopped (a fraction of a second [.67790]). An...
Posted by Josh Schroeder on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 09:36:00 PST |
