Sometime ago, there was sound.
Sure, it liked us
and it wanted to eat.
Now,
It died.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
The Lamp
The grey matter was all over.
He thought to himself what he thought of her.
It led to a door and a black line on the floor.
But he knew what was there and what wasn't.
Sometimes he can lift a chain
and see a tall tree look upon
what it means to be a sideline.
Let be.
He thought to himself what he thought of her.
It led to a door and a black line on the floor.
But he knew what was there and what wasn't.
Sometimes he can lift a chain
and see a tall tree look upon
what it means to be a sideline.
Let be.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Complexities
The trouble of me,
Trouble of you,
You’re in trouble,
I am in trouble. I am,
I am.
Turn the twist, twist
The leaf, let it
Go.
The voices rise; the
Ground is solid.
Trouble of you,
You’re in trouble,
I am in trouble. I am,
I am.
Turn the twist, twist
The leaf, let it
Go.
The voices rise; the
Ground is solid.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Freedom in Fragments
I knew there was a place where one can be alive and another dead without the necessary baggage.
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