Speak to him.
He will move mountains
like poets of yore.
Stop the subways,
like radicals of now.
And every like will be--
the first bite into cotton candy.
Sweet and fresh as you want it to be.
Naïveté of the eyelash,
stop holding lies from the future,
speak now.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Want a battle?
Try the mind;
and not fields of the blind.
Reader: (Rhetorically) Which would you hoot for? A battle of the mind or one on the field? Which, oh, which?
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Only to show what it is like once on Tiersen's music.
and not fields of the blind.
Reader: (Rhetorically) Which would you hoot for? A battle of the mind or one on the field? Which, oh, which?
-
Only to show what it is like once on Tiersen's music.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Tainted ~~~~
Sitara told herself, "And one day, you will continue being the poem, painting, and music of my life." Such was she for the man in her life and such was his nimble love for her. And such was their art that now precipitates from the mêlée of the hard world.
There will be time ~~
there will be time.
--
I know there's not been anything much to my writing of late apart from its theatrics. It's just a limbic phase. Just.
There will be time ~~
there will be time.
--
I know there's not been anything much to my writing of late apart from its theatrics. It's just a limbic phase. Just.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
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