And The World Can Rejoice

: 01 Jun 2006 11:18 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Friends II

Cuteness

So, show me nothing.
How can we share nothing
on top of who we are?

Misplaced

Join me, thou
orphan of
energetic wit.

Together

Sometimes, only sometimes
alarms confirm your presence.
Realism haunts an empty room.
Against the door you place your ear,
holding out for better times.

Challenge

Cautious steps on
hallowed turf
lower my hopes
of lasting to the
End.

: 10 May 2006 12:32 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

BVSC

: 24 Apr 2006 12:36 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Pooem

Rough bass chords drive meanger
Full stema into your….qwedfghjkl;

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: 06 Apr 2006 23:04 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Mark This

Words on a page are not read
——————————————————They are —-
Skipped————————- over,

– They must –
——————————————————————
————————-There are better things to do.

We want to play.

: 11 Jan 2006 23:41 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

The Director

1:

I love you.

2:

Yeah, that's good.

But…

: 10 Jan 2006 22:20 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Janus

: 01 Jan 2006 14:20 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Turquoise Ink

There is a pen in my hand,
the likes I’ve never seen.
Its ink is neither blue nor green
but somewhere in-between.
–

: 26 Dec 2005 16:43 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (1) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

The Map

There was a map
upon my table
coated in
weather-proof plastic.
With time on my hands and
dirt under my nails
I trailed my finger along its
A-roads until they reached
their conclusion
at the paper’s edge.

The clock struck 12 .
I turned to see
but while I bowed my neck
the map began to shake.
Without warning it grew beneath me.
It rose from its synthetic casing
and broke through my study’s walls
in an explosion
of swelling grid lines.

I lost my footing
and dropped to the ground.
The new real red-road
felt firm under foot
but flowed like a river and

twisting with an uncertain desire,

It tossed and turned me to
an unknown quarter.

When I arose
I saw the map’s borders
had vanished
over the horizon.

Above me
an enormous compass
hung in the sky
like a stray balloon.
Its sharp needle skipped
one way then the next,
as if at the whim of the wind,
pointing me in
a multitude of directions.

I ran,
half through fear
and half through passion
but the landscape curved,
dived and leapt
at the North’s shifting impulse.
I could not stop so
I stumbled between sandy bunkers,
Ox-bow lakes
and crossed church spires.
But they all lead to spilt ink fields
and I was left unsatisfied.

Tiring of the search
I settled on the curved forest.
Even though I could not see
beneath its muffled, triangle top.
it looked appealing.
Flirtatious contours
bent towards its rim
and beckoned in my direction
before they slipped inside.

I looked up at the compass
but its needle was now missing
and it hung there,
blank like a dead sun.

I took the first step
and followed the contours
but not without first
sparing a thought for
the nearby canal,
wishing we were more alike.

: 25 Dec 2005 23:54 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (1) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Festive Cheer

*

I hate your christmas
reminder that answers don't
come wrapped in paper.

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Humbug to you all
t'is the season only to
drink coca-cola.

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If there is no beer
under the tree i'll have to
to drink lynx gift-sets

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Merry Christmas, One and All.

: 24 Dec 2005 16:28 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (1) |  Close comments |  Report a problem