God Hates Fags |
November 4 is near, the day of my birthday and the day i'm most afraid of. My neighbor has a sign that said Yes to Prop 8. I almost crumbled and died inside. For those of you who don't know what Prop ...
Posted by minus on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 10:11:00 PST |
untitled |
i cant formulate my thoughts into words...
this is how i feel
Posted by minus on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 10:35:00 PST |
i woke up, saerching for a new morning |
i want herto dig upevery plantin her gardenthe pansiesthe pentasrosesranunculusthyme and liliesthe thing nobody knowsthe name ofunwind the morning gloriesfrom the wire windowsof the fence take the alm...
Posted by minus on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 08:44:00 PST |
Jacob's Ladder |
If you're frightened of dyin' and you're holding on...You'll see devils tearing your life away.But...if you've made your peace, Then the devila are really angelsFreeing you from the earth.....from the...
Posted by minus on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 09:57:00 PST |
deserts and mountains... sunrise sunset. a never ending ocean |
i stood in the rain and let the sky cry for me
a love that hurtsher body soft with colors diminishing dark bold and uglyshe is fireflames igniting beautycotton wrapping her beingblue soul protrudinghe...
Posted by minus on Sat, 11 Mar 2006 10:59:00 PST |
still death, still life |
i cradled birth with the heat that perspired from
strength; iron arms fathering a crippled life
a still death that fathoms steadfast dreams
she sings the blues
&n...
Posted by minus on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 11:41:00 PST |
the earth paints |
he painted the world beautiful. delicate fingers painted white abstract strokes against the pastel blue cloth; stretched on a perfect 3-dimensional circle. a medium for the creative mind. the artist d...
Posted by minus on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:36:00 PST |
The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart |
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the wordsget it wrong. We say bread and it means a...
Posted by minus on Tue, 21 Feb 2006 09:52:00 PST |
it caught me falling |
evaporated thoughts mind so empty, i'm searching for wordswords bouncing, echoing till my thoughtsare evaporated.
first thought.i love to love the lover of my life. lovers drift leaving you with ...
Posted by minus on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 09:37:00 PST |
Almost Happy |
The goldfish is dead this morning on the bottomof her world. The autumn sky is white,the trees are coming apart in the cold rain.Loneliness gets closer and closer.He drinks hot tea and sings off-key:T...
Posted by minus on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 11:14:00 PST |
