Picking Flowers in Summer |
We all do things for a reasonEven if its not the one we started withWe leave behind us our piecesThat pick up and go without usWhether the sunsets or the flowersWe get our daily rewardsOur payment fo...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 11:42:00 GMT |
Bad Readings |
Bad things are comingAnd I don't really careBad things are certainBut I'm happy unawareLittle birds are telling meTo get my damn head downI plug my ears and whistleWhile the fan is turning brownI'm su...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Jul 2009 10:26:00 GMT |
Storms and Bonfires |
I remember whenThe fire was in my bonesAnd the storm in my veins Now my skin is going grayThe fires out so the ashes spreadStorm has quelled and the ground is wet The rain that leaks out from my eyes...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 09:42:00 GMT |
Masochist's Prayer (A Mess to Clean Up) |
I'm waiting for the hammer to fallSo I can get moving againThe momentum that knocks me backWill put me in motion againThe pain that will comeWith the heavy blowWill give my breath meaning againIt's la...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 07:33:00 GMT |
Wasted Youth of a Different Sort |
I wasted time pretendingWhen I was young that I was oldThose times were so forgivingI did everything I was toldI watched the world go racingAnd I thought I was so wiseNow I see, silly meAll the things...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 12:09:00 GMT |
Ink Stained Fingers |
Ink stained fingers leave a markOn walls you gaurd like precious stonesFrom the clumsy leavings of your otherLove can make such lousy weatherJust some poetry for messScraps of paper, books, and notesI...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 10:46:00 GMT |
Useless |
And what does it matter?How Can I reason and make this sound better?There's nothing left in it for meI can shout out I hate youI can shake your foundationsBut not even a tremor I seeSo what does it ma...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 13:47:00 GMT |
Poetry |
The Rag Man The sad painted manDressed in cloths sewn togetherThrown at the celebrationOf welcoming the New Year.. ..Red, yellow, purpleStained a dirty brown from grimeReminds the celebratorThat all d...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 10:00:00 GMT |
Looking for Silver Linings |
I want to write something beautifulBut I don't know what I should writeI want to write something memorableBut nothing now comes to mindAll I think is I'm miserableAnd it's all that I have in my sightS...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 08:40:00 GMT |
Random Thoughts |
Well, I'm hoping this house thing will be done this week. Do you ever rediscover an old album you used to love and fall in love with it again? That's happening with Chris Isaak's "Baja Sessions" and...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 07:24:00 GMT |
