Ah 2009, what to do, what to do... |
Well, it seems as though I am a few days late on this one, but hey I had to give it some thought. This a new year, a year of firsts and fore most's. I have finally made it back to school and I love it...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 10:50:00 GMT |
dreary eyes make for uncertain dreams. |
There is a motion we all go through. A lie our body tells, day after day. Well today it was different. I woke with a new feeling, a new motion. It felt wonderful, free and simply beautiful. I am awake...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 01:24:00 GMT |
death and something after |
these thoughts creep quietly through this mangled and torn mind of mine,thoughts of alone,thoughts of no one truly grasping who I am,or who I will become,the person who rests inside me now is a much b...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 18:26:00 GMT |
advanced harmony mixture |
Strangle for water by highnoon, whiplash neck break stomach consumed with balloons, stumbling down the honor wire with a headtrip throatchip, not time, no time for talking spit razors and coat slips, ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 00:46:00 GMT |
floating on a stream of wonder...................................... |
Its here.Everything I have wanted.Wrapped neatly in a tanktop and cute flip flops.Beams of intensity, drowning in love, sing from her lips,Now I know.What it truly feels like to be embraced.To be want...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 01:02:00 GMT |
here it is |
All my eyes see, death, sorrow, despair and disease/no god, no holy land, bush triumphs in a kill all no life greed/Oil stocks, bonds, trades and wall street/ fat cats getting richer/children sick no ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 21:31:00 GMT |
Torn, Riddled and lastly digested..... |
Chances, taken and tossed.One left open to be felt, fingered and lost.Scene, I discuss broken politics and geno-caustsOld strangled maiden burdens touch ground and see saws?Turbulent air strands a boy...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:25:00 GMT |
The End of Requisite and Solitude |
Crushing, like a serpentine laced velvet 1972 track jacket, A sort of comfortable feeling,Reselecting a bland mix of old thoughts, regard and seek, A sort of odd binary co...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 01:46:00 GMT |
the coldest part of my day.... |
Sleepy eyes.Waking to a brilliant monochromic vision of clandestine footsteps.Daylight breath.Alone for 12 arduous steps in the cold, vast and meaningless .Mirror impression.First glance of a average ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 15:37:00 GMT |
this is a song |
Searching hard and alone,Always feeling so tired,reaching out to noone,but still I tryFeeling desperate and cold,never hurt like this,brittle bones now broken,lacking alcohol and ironyDont tell me I'm...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 13:55:00 GMT |
