The Sahara |
Soft as the sand in the Sahara, she isAs dry as bone from one's who have been lost, she is not.As rare as water, her heart may be found,To swallow the purest is but a mirage.A desert's illusions are t...
Posted by McCormickk on Tue, 13 May 2008 01:57:00 PST |
Aging. |
When I was four I became a bird,I would soar and soar without being heard.When I was ten I became the earthGiving birth to birds that Mother would send.When I was twelve I became the motherWho'd deliv...
Posted by McCormickk on Tue, 13 May 2008 01:55:00 PST |
Probing Prose |
Over a thousand words have been created in my head in such an order that i haven't had enough memory to effeciently have the time to write them down on paper (sayings with such mass proportion that du...
Posted by McCormickk on Tue, 13 May 2008 01:53:00 PST |
sweet side |
i run with the wolvesand roll down hilldrink from a cup of the mountainsi drink up all a riveruse the soil as a fillera cave is my homewhen i want to be alonewalking on the sweet sidewalking on the sw...
Posted by McCormickk on Tue, 13 May 2008 01:50:00 PST |
Progression |
Stepping stonesAre a ladderIn the way that Each foot only steps On one.
Posted by McCormickk on Tue, 13 May 2008 12:05:00 PST |
Be Safe Mr. Johnson |
Here there is no mediaWhere I rest my head there is no lightNo one to say, "Fuck you!" or"You will lose, without a doubt."No cameras, or booksAnd no holes to over lookI am in the lands of Know No Fear...
Posted by McCormickk on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:56:00 PST |
Which ledge are you on? |
"And why did you come here?" She."Knowledge." He."And what kind?" She."The kind I don't know." He."And what don't you know?" She."Knowledge." He."And what kind don't you know?" She."The kind I know I ...
Posted by McCormickk on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 02:45:00 PST |
Last Night’s Day |
I awoke in the midst of fogMaybe mist more than midst,You'll know what I meanWhen you walk on the sun andThere's still dew caked on your face.I was a land mine,I am still, and will be for very a long ...
Posted by McCormickk on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 09:20:00 PST |
The basis of my book. |
When one is lost
Two are found
When three are found
The two are nowhere around.
To get healthier
Loss is in order
And in order to lose
You must conquer disorder.
To count is a rhythm
And to make perf...
Posted by McCormickk on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 08:23:00 PST |
Side of the Line |
Taste the gold and silver
Of the mountains;
Taste the wings of the sun
Absorb the rest of
Your heart
On the tip
Of your tongue.
I see the winds speak to you
Because your hair is
Acting a...
Posted by McCormickk on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 08:37:00 PST |
