In the pursuit of happiness we claim to make effort. |
In the east lives the purple roseAmong the spirits of the olde,The world we used to knowAnd in the damaged west by thePacific shores "H" is replaced forA closed motel door, a torn bandana,And a dull m...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 13:45:00 GMT |
Superstitious Cartographers. |
cracks in the sidewalkgaps in your memoryholes in the plotdetailed images you think you seecenturies of magic lost in tricks and treatsjack fell asleep and never found his beansawoke in a world where ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 18:11:00 GMT |
Untitled. |
A flesh colored candlestickMelts and molds itself toYour outstretched handThe light in the hallwayFlickers with each stepFor a moment you see andThen you forgetConsistency and visibilityAre a stretchC...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 18:11:00 GMT |
Sleep Machines. |
Petrified by those on theOther side of life every single nightBiological frame falls prey to Sleep before your wandering mindAnd the space between your bed and Wall becomes a portalPressed upon by a c...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 14:44:00 GMT |
The Pressing Frequencies. |
A little girl alone in her roomOf pretty things like clocks and ringsAll dangling from hooks and stringEverything is quietly screamingEscape, escape captivityWalls of white insanityYou can never keep ...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 22:47:00 GMT |
Hot Water. |
Two days ago I had this dreamAnother product of unnatural sleepThat came to me from a well so deepI was eaten by lucidityAs I left my bed and followedA static path out to the streetI opened the front ...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 15:03:00 GMT |
Gardenwhore. |
The garden snake coughs up dimesLeaving silver treasure for us to findThis currency, a mysteryOf shinning seeds that refuse to sinkThey often float in front of meIt doensn't add up, this ten cent drea...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 14:27:00 GMT |
Captivity. |
I'm surrounded by four wallsWhich from the outside look like glassBut inside nothing is clearInside each wall is a mirrorTrapped inside of a box on top of aSilver platter, being served and Shown to th...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 21:11:00 GMT |
Veins in the petal. |
By the rose bush we will findThe scent of our demiseFor love is not at all what we thoughtAnd through all those tired liesThe truth will certainly surpriseFor we have always hidden behind ourselvesThe...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 17:13:00 GMT |
happiness in doubt. |
The struggle for eternal happinessIs something you can't fakeBut happiness cannot be defined As a blissful state of graceHappiness is not just a smileOr a boat ride on the lakeBecause we find satisfac...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 22:10:00 GMT |
