Separation |
Stream line, we move in a frozen cage,jetting forward to find the cyclonic ends.In each cell, stands towering scaled humanoids,gibbering they tell the tales of their new toys.The objects that keep the...
Posted by willee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Musings of a lost Journal |
A page of an old never wrtitten book.That we will always be writting.Listen to music that bleeds and wonder will we everplay one note of song.Will we ever create one word of poetry?Poetry a scrib...
Posted by willee on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 10:23:00 PST |
Unsure Tommorow About Yesterday's Today |
Only sneakers trace faded lines across potholes,
blinking in the moonlight
here again
with a soft patter of a beating drum mussle
where this sidewalk holds hands with a dusty shadow
my shadow
the...
Posted by willee on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 02:11:00 PST |
Rejection of a Shininng World |
I want to sell myself
back to the night
that echoes after me.
I thought that bright
yellow might cleanse
my cracked skin,
but no color would love me.
Not only me,
not these tailor made or...
Posted by willee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Monster Love |
If I were a monster
my skin would be voilet, hard
against the tones of the sky.
My teeth would gleam,
like shining razors,
But worn like glass
time has expired.
My eyes hopefull,
grown...
Posted by willee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I know that I |
I don't want to know people who
measure love in decimal amounts of salt water,
filling glasses with leveled off spoons.
I don't want to know people who
put love in complete little boxes,
wrapi...
Posted by willee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
An Icy Bite From Frozen Butterflies |
Clouds drain a hopeless sunset.
Wandering I believed their dance.
Circling fluttering angels
bit my frozen tears,
and fed on my warm cheeks.
Posted by willee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
All my heros still fly. |
I watched him fly through his play ground.
His hair was light in the heavy sun.
A red cape fluttering behind him.
How envious I am of that boy,
wishing he was older so he could be a hero.
I still...
Posted by willee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Losing my purple color. |
Bright are the shiny moons of purple.
All that she is and more.
More to me than just the love.
Not just blue and red,
but all that is her place.
My love turned to her.
I asked what it was tha...
Posted by willee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
