Grey, Broody.
UnBraidy like,
Mind in bunches.
Multiple egos,
Tear and tear.
Never was high and still got a hangover,
Like dark clouds;
Down, Down Cast.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
To walk in the Sun
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wonder Wall
Drips, pools to a flow.
Flash, quick, unknown.
Fleeting surprise, ebb and flow.
Flow in, and out.
Out faster than the
Gathers.
Chain without ball.
Wonder,
Wonder,
Wall.
Flash, quick, unknown.
Fleeting surprise, ebb and flow.
Flow in, and out.
Out faster than the
Gathers.
Chain without ball.
Wonder,
Wonder,
Wall.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Frost's Epilogue
A hard hue to hold,
Is Nature's first green, gold.
Sinking grief weighs oh so,
Any high, ends in low.
Eden as Gomorrah,
A difference not so far.
Like day and night,
Very often we lose sight.
A fulfilling life, ends in nothing but death.
Is Nature's first green, gold.
Sinking grief weighs oh so,
Any high, ends in low.
Eden as Gomorrah,
A difference not so far.
Like day and night,
Very often we lose sight.
A fulfilling life, ends in nothing but death.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Upon the plain of black and white,
it will be greycast;
but never has it been
more certain than when our pre-
technicolour hearts
(interweave and then) collapse into
a valley of monochromatic green,
where my castle
is vessel to your queen.
but never has it been
more certain than when our pre-
technicolour hearts
(interweave and then) collapse into
a valley of monochromatic green,
where my castle
is vessel to your queen.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Curved Spaces
There exist abysses of curved spaces.
Each funnel-conical slope spiraling
Down, down, downwards.
For each and every
Progressive and upward
Reach is met with a further
Skid back south into impending void.
Each funnel-conical slope spiraling
Down, down, downwards.
For each and every
Progressive and upward
Reach is met with a further
Skid back south into impending void.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Remembering Elvis
Love Me Tender,
Don't be Cruel.
Almost,
Almost Always True.
The Eyes of Texas,
Cying in the Chapel.
Fools Rush In,
Heartbreak Hotel.
If I can Dream
How the Web is Woven
A Hundred Years from now...
Tomorrow is a Long Time.
You Don't Know Me,
Brown Eyed Handsome Man.
A Hound Dog;
Big Boots, Blue Suede Shoes.
Don't be Cruel.
Almost,
Almost Always True.
The Eyes of Texas,
Cying in the Chapel.
Fools Rush In,
Heartbreak Hotel.
If I can Dream
How the Web is Woven
A Hundred Years from now...
Tomorrow is a Long Time.
You Don't Know Me,
Brown Eyed Handsome Man.
A Hound Dog;
Big Boots, Blue Suede Shoes.
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