Metropolis In Humus Feelings of The Gunpowder
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Metropolis In Humus Feelings of The Gunpowder
Eyes glowing Across the westerly wind Trespassing the blow Of the standing asphalt jungle In conglomeration of deep yellow fire Iron heels copulating In spewing asphalt smokes Of brown ferrous carbon From the high rise chimney By the nearing barnyard Children leapfrogging In asphyxiation of burning... Sign in to see full entry.
Who Am I?
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Who Am I?
I think who I am What I am here for in this wonderland What is there between you and me Wherefrom we have come to this circle of reason I think what you are to me And why I have been thrown into this orb of wilderness I do not know what why I am in quest of a cosmic soul What are you to play the... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
My Nirvana
Here I am With a lotus Deep in my heart There I was With a dagger Piercing into my soul Which one you do want To save your grace From the fear From the vulture's gazing eyes Which one you want to have To grace your vain glory In prophesies of my wisdom Here I keep My heartless soul There I kept my... Sign in to see full entry.
My Nirvana
Here I am With a lotus Deep in my heart There I was With a dagger Piercing into my soul Which one you do want To save your grace From the fear From the vulture's gazing eyes Which one you want to have To grace your vain glory In prophesies of my wisdom Here I keep My heartless soul There I kept my... Sign in to see full entry.
Maybe In A Quagmire of Passions
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Maybe In A Quagmire of Passions
Maybe the worsening cheekbones Refuse to die the death of a humble pie Praying gods walk alone Hand in hand with the fright of fear The milky silence ready to burn The humble ghosts of eternaly fearing dog's days Just in tandem with the colloidal jerks Of unbeing as if thickening tenderly in halfway... Sign in to see full entry.
An Invisible Gondola
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Monday, April 6, 2009
An Invisible Gondola
If you ever die If you ever die from me Looking at my longing eyes In guise of a mystic veil Dead drop at the twilight hours White longish fangs Of the piercing moments Will unfurl its wings of fire Setting sail in an invisible gondola At long last to carry you home To the isle of your birth Even if... Sign in to see full entry.