Nothing |
Time moves forward, everything's awkward. Great death's counterfeit, nothing seems to fit. (Defeat) Lost in bright lights draped by endless nights. Great death's counterfeit, nothing seems to f...
Posted by M.A. Daps on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 09:17:00 PST |
Apathetic |
Things seem to fade, sweet scent fleeting. Vows never made. Yet still beating. Songs - leave you glued in doubt and fear. Without a clue - only a tear. Alone grieving - idle - dying. Flowers - ...
Posted by M.A. Daps on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 09:17:00 PST |
Feather |
To be light as a feather, in a spring morning weather. Sailing in the tides of breeze endlessly floating at ease. So calm and free from quiver during the night sky winter. So I lie down with a si...
Posted by M.A. Daps on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 09:14:00 PST |
Just a name |
Maybe I'm a fool to think if ever our paths shall meet... let it be... let it be you, evermore. for who's to know, even tomorrow I hope; until the time comes&n...
Posted by M.A. Daps on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 05:32:00 PST |
Dolores street |
He sat and watch the sight below.Streetlamp's luminating lightsets the Dolores in a glow.Under the silent summer nightwhere the stars dont seem to twinkleunlike many twilights ago.Only a few shadows m...
Posted by M.A. Daps on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 07:57:00 PST |
Passers By |
A summer of bliss,Cherished - captivating sight.Shambled by autumn.
Posted by M.A. Daps on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 05:16:00 PST |
Smile |
Shaped like a cradleLikely to turn upside down.The truth arises
Posted by M.A. Daps on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 05:14:00 PST |
