I write so-called poems
when the nights are long--
sing the praises of false ladies--
through the dark hours
I push words out of place.
thin lips, gray eyes, blonde hair...
I was really into it a couple months ago. I might make some new material again. I just think it's hard sometimes as I'm not very creative
Dust is the sign of sadness. A candle on the table, lighting up the whole room, is the sign of hope. Food on the table is the sign of hard work. Listening to your favourite music...
Thrown off mount Everest one day
One day ill see all , I can and I'll continue to live
Shall I float or sink
Get it together, don't just think
Do, DID, Its done
I cannot believe i...
In The Cave of The Scarlet Spade Tail Dragon
Cool steely shards,
Pieces of a sword blade,
Thin of razor edge
Lay scattered, broken
As parts of a weapon...
Hitler, you were the first mad man,
You overthrew the German leadership with a plan you squirted on the can,
Yes, you're worse than the Taliban,--
Your motives are selfish and...
All of the times when everything is wrong
And you're feeling like
There's no use going on
You can't give it up
I hope you work it out and carry on
Side by side,
With you till the...
Some may think I do but it isn't true
I've never killed myself over a girl before. I mean yeah, sigh and laugh at the irony I squeezed in there. She doesn't have any reason to indirectly kill me.. And I'm really hoping...
My insides clench together
The sob tears through my throat
I reach out to anyone
But They don't see my doubt
I can't live with this
The pain travels from my heart...
Stars of Diamond and Pearl
Into the night sky
Up beyond the clouds
Look right above you
And look up really high
Fairies,heralds of light
Of every shining hue
With gentle moth like...
love is easy
love is now
love is hard
or your heart
we'll feel the sweet
see the truth,
the best parts
and like the sea,
Filled with wonders
Wonder this, wonder that
and like the sea
I was awestruck
Amazed this, amazed that
And like the sea,
You were beautiful
I love. You love.
We all know what love does.
We know what it was.
But it's all a fuzz.
The meet. The greet.
The part where we secretly worship at each others' feet.
We act like...
the delta'd swallows, tailed,
trail off in darkness, sail
arc-like in the night air;
cutting through the wind, their
feathers oiled and shining
for the moon, after the...
nesting along the rock fence,
studying the sky,
eyes sharp, muscles taut and tense.
some fates are winged, some immense.
Recent Developments in the Grand Scheme
the crooked fingers of Keele Street
wind into Weston Road,
just above the Junction,
at the slaughter houses on St. Clair.
Freedom of Form
I seek out freedom here, within tight form,
fight meaning, meaning to set right the flow
of words, reassemble shards in the glow
of white moon and stars, shed...
a mound there was at village square,
and many asked, "who's buried there?"
and like my father long since dead,
when my turn came I sagely said,
"a horse there is long...
crouched on skinny thighs
above an open fire
sinews tough as bone
into dead flesh
with skull removed
looking up he smiles...
we are only silence
caught in our own echoes
we are only laughter.
time touches us lightly
on the shoulder.
we seek no manner
and the wind sighs...
The Present Cage
the long push and grind of rock against rock,
the shifting of mountainsides, the deep rage
beneath the surface, having done with talk,
rushes to erupt as time...
where is the postcard sales(we laughed at)man?
caught in the shade hamburg awning his shadow stays
where it stood;
the day passes on its way, where?
where is the...
rugged land of rock, cradled between seas
in a shock of snow, rivers burn like ice
down through the valleys where shadows suffice
to feed the soil, force oil from fallen...
May I attract beautiful, loving souls in 2015
Our lives are written in our souls, given promises we shouldn't ever let go,
give peace at mind so do our hearts,
let life be its own work of art,
cherish the moments of your...
When we were boys, in the constant
rattle and noise of Lakeside Park,
we squandered on a lark ten times the money
we made from tourists, spent our summer days...
different but just like you, My color a dark blue, yet in the light transparent like glass...
You look past what is me, not noticing what is there, yet for sure I grantee you, it...
All it takes.
Just one knife.
Or anything at all.
Anything that is sharp.
It will do the job just right.
And a part of it.
To do it;
Chop it down.
As hard as possible.
For You 12.13.14
I guess I’m an interesting case, I’m never too sure what to say. I speak things that should be kept in, and I keep in things that should be spoken. I...
A hundred thousand years from now,
I will see Him,
One million times a sun,
Criss-crossing the dance of my shadow...
My hands are empty,
The waves have died to a low tide...
I'm pleased by thick fog and deep snow. It's the reflection of the solemn heart, that not show.
joys were the flowers hiding 'neath the sweet crystal dirt. They were...
I said this to one at a point in my life, I ask that JESUS guide this person in the right direction, for we can only learn to live for and love one another, but only through the...
I left the town where the chestnuts hang
and fall, a million tiny maces,
from trees of many hands, five-fingered
along the avenues. in the migrant season
the curve of her lip
mixes with the line of her brow
like winter snow
a drift across the
road and over the cornfield
curves like her round hip
trace of enamel