Of Memory and Madness

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Monday, August 11, 2008

evita

it always comes back to a woman. and i thought that perhaps somewhere between new beginnings and begging for change i might find somewhere upon this digital diaphram the sound of the last mistake that i ever left behind. my inwastication cries out to the only remaining resource left to me before the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Freindship Paradigm

From a makeshift mold of narcissistic bliss Where the sacrificial would rather come to live on the streets – just to say that they tried, I came, and in my pocket I carried a talisman of telecommunication that rang the freedom of consumer ignorance in my ears By which I drowned the combustion of... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Lensatic Dislocation

Come, wanderer, I am what you seek you are weak, and tired of the tarmac that cracks with each new fallen snow Come, vagabond, into my embrace where no trace of your kind is left to my sorrow today or tomorrow that I do not devour Come, lover, into my spring when in fall you sang of the losses and... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Pleasure Dive

one step more and the sand meets the water, where your toes find a sudden cool that climbs to your heart, and it flows around your submerging body water as gentle and fresh as the air you so needfully feed to your craving flesh around your thighs it slips beneath the fabric, caressing the deepest... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Recumbent Desolation

The water wails of summer sun lost and in its song betrays its lust for grace, the catspaws that rippled its smooth skin when the wind swept in for a friendly caress The trees shiver of dry naked days that crack in a sing-song of soft edges gone, the leaves that ripened its smooth silhouette when... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Becoming

I am nothing in this place Where once I was a child The cool earth beneath my bare feet Marks no place I’ve not walked before My once fresh senses callused to reason My purpose lost to hope’s defeat The world is new no more Where once I was a child I am nothing in this place Where once I was a... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

A Spectator Willing

Lost and lonely - little girl you are not alone inside I know you just as I've met you in the fiction where I hide Yet, I dare not whisper for fear the gentle wind should take you so I listen close instead to the thirsty tongues that break you Hang your pillow in the sun, I know you've almost... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Gallery

I stand as a guest among memories in a place that somebody stole and a moment in time taken from history nobody here can recall for a life that was lived in a vision with a passion was held in a stroke by the scene of a life imbedded in memory that thoughts of the process invoke I stand as a thief... Sign in to see full entry.

another quick thought

without walls, I fear the wind, while lone nobody longs to take me, yet should i drift away with the ashes of the fire it was only to be forgotten collect me up from the circle of stones that is your memory and piece me together, where you will find i am that much more than the person you made love... Sign in to see full entry.

to begin

I remember the heartbled phrases of the day that you faded away And 'till now couldn't find the words to explain all the things that I needed to say While throughout the months and the miles we went our ways, as lovers do Yet the words came like a memento as the distance between us grew Still I run... Sign in to see full entry.

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