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2005-09-20-12:34 p.m.
drinks warm the heat of the hustle. pounding out the energy of the madness. far from that intimacy. the manmade endothermic sponge of life. stay hard. don't crack. don't care. stay hot. 2005-09-14-7:52 a.m.[round 2] i'm making a comeback.2004-06-13-2:12 a.m. [basic] I can't begin to wrap my head around life as I know it. I only know what I see, what I feel, what I need. I'm basic. And that's all I can be. 2003-02-27-6:05 a.m.[when] a poem is coming down the road slowly but surely romatic or surly or maybe just 2002-03-31-9:13 a.m.[hiding] I come to feel the pain, of a life shattered beneath my feet. For once in an eternity I feel the tears fall across my cheeks. I ache to know the life I've known, but the past reminds me of the present lost. A soul aimlessly wandering, wondering when out of the cold I can clear the frost off my toes. Really, I do wish wishes when wishes come true. But dare I wish for anything but you. Insolent I've been, berating worn thin. Skin to skin, I beg, please let me begin again. And as I near the end of this character of days gone by. I wish I had more words in voices, than pains in disguise. 2002-03-14-10:12 p.m.[shhhhhh....] Silence is golden.2002-02-28-11:12 p.m. [who] It's with the simplicity of mind in which I compose. The things that matter to me the most, that doesn't ring a bell, or cause a rebel yell. I think it best to describe this scribe in scripture rather than voice. As he is bound and determined that anonymity be revealed from inside out. Deep thoughts are like deep pockets. Further and further down, less and less the existence of material and monetary fulfillment. Searching for the cotton-fuzz-bottom of his soul. This is what I believe to be me, like I dream, when I wake up and scream. Tear myself away from slumber to pound out thoughts with fingers on keys, music to my ears, relief. So I take the fall for no one at all, I write poem after poem after poem. And I keep who me is to him that is I, and I say me is who I should be. In relative anonymity. 2002-02-27-11:02 p.m.[chances] Chances are I'm still alone. Chances are you're far from home. Chances are you don't believe. Chances are I've been decieved. Chances are I've lost my magic. It took a long time for me to believe. Chances are my hands embedded. Chances are we'll meet destruction. It takes a long time for me to bring truth. Chances are I'll wake up sober. [swing and a miss] Though I attempt to write my heart away. My muddled mind gets in the way. I think too much I think, too much I think. It baffles me to no end. Words that came as easy as seasons, fight with my fingers like a batter fighting off a 3-2 count. I sit and pretend to be the homerun hitter. But then, strike three, I'm out. 2002-02-24-8:22 a.m.[simple] Simplicity seems to be the best policy for me. Not that I claim to be simple you see. But it gives me the freedom to be. As creative as my mind can dream. 2002-02-23-4:08 p.m. [today] Warm, dry, Winter days, make me long for Spring. I want to see the grass green, I want to smell budding flowers. I want to hear waterfalls rushing with runoff. I want to feel life again.2002-02-23-1:32 p.m. [jazz] bleeding horns-aching notes destruction of silence-devotion of heart cherished flavor-smooth love-touch-feel jazz.
wiping away time-careless
windows to souls-cloudless nights jazz. 2002-02-23-1:30 a.m.[one] A beginning of sorts... |
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