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23rd May 2006

5:05pm:

"dust lake"

2nd January 2006

12:19am:

(Who were you kind traveler?)
A friend/a child
resting with open eyes.

24th November 2005

2:02am:

... and so begins the slaughter of millions of Native Americans.

I give thanks to progression.

21st November 2005

3:30am:

orion)
the scent of
a burning home/
memories
carried on a north north
easterly breeze
dry. police
slowlydrive/
silentlyaccuse the
innocent lover
sleeps alone tonight
(tumbles

14th November 2005

4:53pm:

your body\\
damp/
wrapped in a wet tow
el.
(
a
cold myst over (my)
closed eyes)

/?I sm
ile
at t
he s
tar
tling
coolness.

blu
rred white and grey

22nd October 2005

6:18pm:

pulled through the vaporescent violets
of a sea
dying


lines breathe smoke
drip down the frame of my periphery
split into the darkness of


the stars
a million years separate

(her light guides, my eyes follow)

13th October 2005

1:54pm: what a beautifuly sad song

*Saetia- Some natures catch no plagues*

Smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday reckoning, the tied together two of telltale pictures I've sketched in sand castle plots and plans. Similar starting points, both for sin and shooting blanks, but it's always the unseen sharp pang; the awkward rhythm of the dance like a tick-tock clock in that heart of hearts repeating. "there is no happy here, there is no happy here..." Devil may care touches trickled down spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate the finer art of heartwork
I was turning over with the sheets, and facing the arched back thinking of how my eyes, half-opened, caught her arm moving from side to side, but never to me. it's all connected by blank words to tell empty promises of clumsy miscommunication. so we say what we will, to see what we may, to find a Biblical knowing enfolded within the next few hours. it's too bad, too tragic... I spent myself choking on the motions leading up to said misfortune.

10th October 2005

6:33pm:
im so lost
everyday the same as the last
washed in blue
the illusion of cold

dull pain

with my eyes closed
i see your small body
bathed in amber
nude and warm

hands pressed together
lips holding each other
anticipating the fall


every time i see your face
i see my future
and forget my past
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