Four Roses |
Lord, mama, he's started on thebottle, again. Eyes bloodshot and afoolishgrin. He talks, but saysnaught.He wants, but hasnothin to show for it.Only his empty cans and his silver flask, everydrop drunk...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 22:41:00 GMT |
Old Lady Booth |
Used to, sheheld the coldwithin. Snowupon barefeet, noshiver at the winter's whippinwind. Butheat found itsway inside,too many thoughts ofmidnight men andsweet spirts.Now, old in herknowledge andwise ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 22:34:00 GMT |
Hilltop Woman |
Sick soulheavy with sinfuldeeds, thelights blinded her, took her hand to lead her to hell andback. Thelittle things hadbroke her, left heroutlined by darkness, dust andnight the girl's only friend.Moo...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 22:50:00 GMT |
Blessing of The Siren |
Don't you fret, deartraveler, no...there's another, better, waitin justalong thebend. Nodeath in his mind, no blindness in hiswide eyes. Kindnessheard more often inhis words than betrayal orhurt. Can'...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 22:40:00 GMT |
"Bad News Cures All Things" |
Explosion today, 2:00. The man with hisstore bought hat and heavysoled boots cameroarin toward herscreendoor.What he said shookher, pink, rough hands andtired face goin white.Dust., her man, dust left...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 00:46:00 GMT |
Leaf To Sun (First Sign of Fall) |
If I could take andkeep you, red of allreds, glorious hue of autumn, I would. Lock youaway in a cool, coolbox, the scent ofhope and love a-plenty.Like the glory ofthe sun streaked sky at dawn, thecolo...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 00:34:00 GMT |
The Farmer’s Warnin’ |
Failures. Cruel fingerspointed, laughin at their works, bestowed the name of fool and fiend.Do not accuse the old ones, theyhave shared wih me what theirminds couldhold. Do not lookcruelly upon the be...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 21:43:00 GMT |
Last Meal |
Poor Jack, athousand holes in his salvation army ego.The flashbulbs had clouded hisvision, hisGreenwich queen had left him toreturn to the land of herfathers. He found hisself lost in the art he had t...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 15:43:00 GMT |
Speech Delivered With A Set Jaw |
"Give me my lighter,Give me my sense."Incensed rage glowin From somewhere within.Who's been hurt, now? Who cares, anymore?Don't ask for an explanation,You've got too manyPals, not enough Brains. Vehem...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 14:09:00 GMT |
Things offered up to the mases |
Let 'im go!The street runscrashin through theminds of so many dreamersit seems impossible to tell what'sthere and who's imagined.Help the weary help thosedisenchanted help us all! Held in contempt thr...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 14:15:00 GMT |
