would i
hold your
face
in my
trembling
hands
would i
gaze
so long
into your
eyes
would i
kiss you
so tenderly
would i
let you go
on deaths
dying door
i would
not
Monday, August 13, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
dreams of you
when i wake up
in my dreams I
see the memories
that live in the
between the seams
sleep and good morn
when i find you have gone
to the blaring glaring
horn
when i wake on
sleepy street
watching all
the bubble gum
bubbles float
on by
i see the all
the woulda shoulda
couldas
wave goodbye.
when i wake
up and find
dreams of you
in my dreams I
see the memories
that live in the
between the seams
sleep and good morn
when i find you have gone
to the blaring glaring
horn
when i wake on
sleepy street
watching all
the bubble gum
bubbles float
on by
i see the all
the woulda shoulda
couldas
wave goodbye.
when i wake
up and find
dreams of you
Friday, July 27, 2007
CHASTISED
How horribly lonely
is this space.
behind these terrible
blood smeared gates
self containing
self impaling
waiting
hating
craving
a look
inside
forsaken
awaken
and
feel my shame
my pain
help extinguish
the anguish
that burns synapses
reeks of rotting
corpses
is it stupid to think
that anyone would
ever want to understand
what it is like
to sit on the brink,
whereI am
lost much less what I feel.
self loathing
i am evil
sans clothing
i do not dserve
understanding.
i did not understand
while i was cutting
a broad swath through life.
who are you that
you think anyone
could ever love you
no!
be watched
be scolded,
Chided,
scorned
derided
feel the wrath
of the self-righteous.
never know
nor ever care
what i feel.
feel
More sorrow
burdened hounded
be killed
resurrected
life reflected
until the final horns
have sounded.
a man of sorrows.
you are in the place
you were born to
this is your lot
in life
this is why you are here
you will never feel
Her soft kiss again
never trace Her outline
in the darkness
never feel Her love,
you are worthless.
you are judged
you are
chastised
is this space.
behind these terrible
blood smeared gates
self containing
self impaling
waiting
hating
craving
a look
inside
forsaken
awaken
and
feel my shame
my pain
help extinguish
the anguish
that burns synapses
reeks of rotting
corpses
is it stupid to think
that anyone would
ever want to understand
what it is like
to sit on the brink,
whereI am
lost much less what I feel.
self loathing
i am evil
sans clothing
i do not dserve
understanding.
i did not understand
while i was cutting
a broad swath through life.
who are you that
you think anyone
could ever love you
no!
be watched
be scolded,
Chided,
scorned
derided
feel the wrath
of the self-righteous.
never know
nor ever care
what i feel.
feel
More sorrow
burdened hounded
be killed
resurrected
life reflected
until the final horns
have sounded.
a man of sorrows.
you are in the place
you were born to
this is your lot
in life
this is why you are here
you will never feel
Her soft kiss again
never trace Her outline
in the darkness
never feel Her love,
you are worthless.
you are judged
you are
chastised
Monday, July 23, 2007
death
old women avert their eyes
tears of blood horrid cries
a shroud a shroud
cover it with a shroud
it is evil it is dead
run away
it's shadow
brings great dread
old women cry
i don't know why
it is only i
passing by
tears of blood horrid cries
a shroud a shroud
cover it with a shroud
it is evil it is dead
run away
it's shadow
brings great dread
old women cry
i don't know why
it is only i
passing by
my greatest fear
la mia più grande paura
è essere solo
la mia più grande paura
è morire solo
la mia più grande paura
è dimenticare come scrivere
la mia più grande paura
è causarla addolora
la mia più grande paura
l'ama
la mia più grande paura
non l'ama
la mia più grande paura
vive
la mia più grande paura
non vive
la mia più grande paura
è la mia più grande paura
è essere solo
la mia più grande paura
è morire solo
la mia più grande paura
è dimenticare come scrivere
la mia più grande paura
è causarla addolora
la mia più grande paura
l'ama
la mia più grande paura
non l'ama
la mia più grande paura
vive
la mia più grande paura
non vive
la mia più grande paura
è la mia più grande paura
Monday, July 16, 2007
the chosen
terrible paths we tread
dirty roads running red
while those behind us
party on
just missed the reality bus
till dawn
never will they know
the terrible paths we tread
apathy do they sow
eat their bread
drink their wine
have no spine
dirty roads running red
dirty roads running red
while those behind us
party on
just missed the reality bus
till dawn
never will they know
the terrible paths we tread
apathy do they sow
eat their bread
drink their wine
have no spine
dirty roads running red
Thursday, July 12, 2007
i would lay with you
i would lay
with you
not so near
only just
within
your
sight
i would say
the words
that bring
delight
i would gaze
upon your
countenance
heavenly
radiance
i would stay
with you
play with
you
grow old
with you
if you would
lay me
not so near
only just
within
my
sight
with you
not so near
only just
within
your
sight
i would say
the words
that bring
delight
i would gaze
upon your
countenance
heavenly
radiance
i would stay
with you
play with
you
grow old
with you
if you would
lay me
not so near
only just
within
my
sight
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
unforgettable
unforgettable
are you
imprinted
you are
em·bla·zoned
on
ingrained
upon
etched
within
my very being
where find memories
of the
effervescent spirit
that sustains me
while i struggle
that refreshes
while i sleep
that i may
never touch
unforgettable
are you
imprinted
you are
em·bla·zoned
on
ingrained
upon
etched
within
my very being
where find memories
of the
effervescent spirit
that sustains me
while i struggle
that refreshes
while i sleep
that i may
never touch
unforgettable
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
BURNT
Burnt doll babies
fell from grace
years of tears
trickle from
their face
Pistols and bourbon
bourbon and beers
vile rotten memories
ooze from
their ears
sinful crustaceans
scramble about
come to eat
their rotting flesh
removing all doubt
burnt doll babies
fell from grace
years of tears
trickle from
their face
Pistols and bourbon
bourbon and beers
vile rotten memories
ooze from
their ears
sinful crustaceans
scramble about
come to eat
their rotting flesh
removing all doubt
burnt doll babies
reluctant sojourner
Voice
softly comforting
spinning tales of
hope, love, and
consolation
Hands
touching me
drying my
tears
renewing, me
Lips
to kiss
binding me
keeping me
safe from harm
softly comforting
spinning tales of
hope, love, and
consolation
Hands
touching me
drying my
tears
renewing, me
Lips
to kiss
binding me
keeping me
safe from harm
Monday, June 18, 2007
wanting
Do you know?
can you see?
Do you feel?
could it be?
What you hear
what you see
comes naturally
Tis the end
of the line
when shame
doth climb
and all
around
must come
to ground
to be weighed
to be measured
to be found
wanting
can you see?
Do you feel?
could it be?
What you hear
what you see
comes naturally
Tis the end
of the line
when shame
doth climb
and all
around
must come
to ground
to be weighed
to be measured
to be found
wanting
snow queen
Brilliant sunshine leaps from a newly
lain blanket of
fluffy popcorn snow
Fierce eyes challenge me
comets of snow streak
across sparkling blue skies
Lightning bright rows
of stately porcelain
melting snow on a steamy brow
brilliant sunshine in the
you are the snow queen
lain blanket of
fluffy popcorn snow
Fierce eyes challenge me
comets of snow streak
across sparkling blue skies
Lightning bright rows
of stately porcelain
melting snow on a steamy brow
brilliant sunshine in the
you are the snow queen
A peace on you take heart,
it will not last forever
avoid the dart, be clever
no matter what you hear
avoid the fear
It will not last forever
As long as you endeavour
It will not last forever
Don't hold your breath
avoid the
clever,
lever,
never
sweet is the smell to your nose
your death a perfect rose
A peace on you Take hear
tWe do not last forever
it will not last forever
avoid the dart, be clever
no matter what you hear
avoid the fear
It will not last forever
As long as you endeavour
It will not last forever
Don't hold your breath
avoid the
clever,
lever,
never
sweet is the smell to your nose
your death a perfect rose
A peace on you Take hear
tWe do not last forever
a toast for mlady
May the sun always shine
on you and yours
May the beer never run dry
and may you never
lose the sparkle
in your eyes
on you and yours
May the beer never run dry
and may you never
lose the sparkle
in your eyes
Monday, June 11, 2007
breezes
breezes blowing
gently stirring
secret conversations
from a long ago
time
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine.
laughing loving
whispering
always there to find
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine
waking while i sleep
sleeping while i wake
ever smiling
reconcilling
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine
bits and pieces
from
long ago
help me hold me
when times are low
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine
sweet conversations
gentle intonations
urging on should i slow
reminding me
binding me
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine
breezes blowing
gently stirring
secret conversations
from a long ago time
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine.
gently stirring
secret conversations
from a long ago
time
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine.
laughing loving
whispering
always there to find
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine
waking while i sleep
sleeping while i wake
ever smiling
reconcilling
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine
bits and pieces
from
long ago
help me hold me
when times are low
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine
sweet conversations
gentle intonations
urging on should i slow
reminding me
binding me
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine
breezes blowing
gently stirring
secret conversations
from a long ago time
feeble-minded
murmurings
of mine.
wind
The wind is free
blows goes
ever on
round the
whole wide
world
Touching all
it passes
joyous masses
bringing greetings
lovers meetings
from here
to yonder
there
the wind is free
blows goes
ever on
round the
whole wide
world.
blows goes
ever on
round the
whole wide
world
Touching all
it passes
joyous masses
bringing greetings
lovers meetings
from here
to yonder
there
the wind is free
blows goes
ever on
round the
whole wide
world.
Friday, June 01, 2007
every day ness
Mcdonalds
have it
your
way
moto
blue tooth
i pod
What!?
no i don't hear you
i am busy
what there's a war
where
is that on sci-fi??
is arnold in it???
what
not happening here
what
no, well not my
prob man
no body told
em to go
McDonalds
have it your way
moto
blu tooth i pod
i don't care
not my job
not my concern
i pod
moto
what
have it
your
way
moto
blue tooth
i pod
What!?
no i don't hear you
i am busy
what there's a war
where
is that on sci-fi??
is arnold in it???
what
not happening here
what
no, well not my
prob man
no body told
em to go
McDonalds
have it your way
moto
blu tooth i pod
i don't care
not my job
not my concern
i pod
moto
what
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