the cake in the shape of the peices of my heart |
the cake in the shape of the peices of my heartOn this rainey wendsday in the town of my youth i take a trip into the back of my mind. i walk to the place where i once went with intention and have sin... Posted by slugopoet on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 06:37:00 PST |
couple new peices |
market place musicsee these sparkeling eyes as they reflect the smiling faces of the passers by.sweet melodies breeze through her hair find ing their way to my ears carrying wisps of perfume.soft rays... Posted by slugopoet on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 10:33:00 PST |
the band wants your support |
please check out and become friends of the band. i would personaly appreciate it greatly. thanks so much. and if you feel like it please do repost this or steal the code and put it on your account. AD... Posted by slugopoet on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 01:30:00 PST |
the peice maker ( off the cuff poetry stuff |
where are you my darling peice maker?i've not seen you yet and yet i know you're out there.carrying around that one peice missing from my puzzle.that thing that i can't find within.that part that make... Posted by slugopoet on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 02:41:00 PST |
hash queen bee |
hash queen beeit's my favorite smell, taste, flavorin a room with curtain covered windows. no fan to move the smoke a round. marrinating in the spicy, tasty fluttery smoke clouds. with you and a littl... Posted by slugopoet on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 12:19:00 PST |
poems of a body in decaying motion |
Particle-ized Me
I'm rotting; slowly decaying, melting down into what Im sure will some day just be a pile of sand. The slightest breeze'll blow me away. Carried on winds that cross the valleys and ... Posted by slugopoet on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 03:27:00 PST |
a story of chilhood fear |
A Phone Call To the State of Repression
Holy smokes, I never would have guessed that I would win something today. I woke up like it was any other summer day. I know I don't have to go back to school... Posted by slugopoet on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 03:13:00 PST |
4 never before seen poems |
My WillYou, bird, fly away from my sight. I don't want to envy you anymore. No more can I stand the freedom you take for granted. To fly, no cares of where you land. To change, no cares of where you w... Posted by slugopoet on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 02:59:00 PST |
my master peice |
Poor, Darling Little GirlThe sky drains long streams of water onto the earth. Mist and low lining clouds float close to the ground. Small whimpering cries can be heard across the yard. A soaking wet c... Posted by slugopoet on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 07:57:00 PST |
another bunch of poems |
Window Through Time
The space between the window and the screen is like limbo and yet exactly relevant to the existence of time. Point #1 The WindowThe window, locked and immovable. It can be seen thr... Posted by slugopoet on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 07:56:00 PST |