he was 26 |
it must be a heavenly place where artists go to die....26 year old tears have tuned to pink moons, listeningto heartache, sending out the star coded message of loveim listening
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jan 2010 19:57:00 GMT |
where? |
where the fuck am i?pull down the curtains. take off that white coat.tell me the TRUTH.where am i? ........
Posted by on Sun, 09 Aug 2009 22:07:00 GMT |
my art. |
(ive never felt like anyone has ever understood the way i feel about my art. nor has anyone conveyed the artists relationship with their art in a way that resembles my own... until...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 03:42:00 GMT |
bloody rooms |
i hate small rooms.they create crying cases where dancers should be born. give us the space to create and hearts wont be held within. theyll be splattered on the wall! blood in every crack and corner ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 22:07:00 GMT |
in the belly of the beats. (poem) |
i am a lonesong dove
in the belly of the beats
where simultaneuos cumbustion
breaks apart my skull
the waiters use my flesh as flair
and cooks boil my brittle lungs
serve it up two for a dollar...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 14:56:00 GMT |
