on a train to no-where / with guns that aren’t my friends
this one’s a bit older – from when I was about 17
Let me dance within your blood and play throughout your veins. Taste your wilted hopes with every trickle down my throat
Where the pavement is littered with corpses at dusk, and the jaded night sighs and gives in to my lust, as the moon plays on silent…
Winning piece for Challenge Cafe Comp “The Dark”
The blood pulsating through my veins is giving this illusion that I’m alive / But in my mind stirs the harsh reality that I’m dead to this…
older work reloaded please do not ask me if I am alright. I am fine.
Midnight people, / walking by, / Silver moon, / Riding high Glittering diamonds.. / On my fingers / And the sound of midnight / ....Lingers…
/ Midnight Man By Christine Till @ CT-Graphics
There’s something in the way we maim / In the crass cold carnage of tearshed / That moves me. / A certain joy in the pain outward bearing / A…
Feeling that adrenaline surge / Jumping on the inside
When you feel that energy and you are extremely sure that you are ALIVE ! There are so many things that we do in life that can give us this great feeling. Comments are very welcome ! Feedback is a great teacher for all of us.
On a quest for a twilight miracle, / The journey has begun, / I search for a benediction, / Sweet like honey on my tounge. On the horizon…
Contact The Artist / November Moon’ by Katagram
I’ve found luxury in the scent of rain / Peace, to wash away the pain, / Life shall flourish over again / And poverty shall never stain / The…
Emeralia by failingjune /
Pretence the object, yet faithful the subject. / Where’s the logic? / Begat the face that reflects all my peers. / We are of the same person
The description below is the same as the last two Bits and Pieces thingies, so if you have read it before you can give it a miss! :D / / Throughout the years I’ve tended to write in fits and spurts… / A lot of things were started and perhaps not finished or perhaps did not need finishing and better left as they were. / Some writings are reflective, some philosophical and some… well, some are just there. / Anyway, rather than release 6 billion items onto your activity monitors I thought I’d share a few bits and pieces with you in one upload. / Enjoy, / ...bit nervous about putting these out there… too much of me may be exposed here… / Peace peeps! :D
.. of death, of life, of morbundity, morbidity, lollipops, and kittens / Bats wings fluttering above the dew drops, non-lovered smittens / ...
(grin) Can this pass muster for M.I. A.? Let’s find out. No particular song, no, but it was inspired by thoughts as I was dancing, remembering old days in bands, listening to such as Pretty Fly For A White Guy, Boogie Wonderland, Modern Love , Whole Lotta Love, and, finally Word Up .... then I stopped listening, after the first basic few lines drifted in, and came to write instead. Good enough?
yellow bird they stopped my life / they made me die / beneath six feet / they made me lie / my laugh is silenced / my cry unheard / oh for t…
I moved this out of my journal to here in my writing where it should have been …
1969 – the summer of love he sat down beside me on that hot afternoon / the sun streaming and the birds alight in the bushes / a story t…
the first two poems were written about personal experiences years after the VietNam war … the last poem was written about my thoughts on the neverending war in the middle east .. the reference to the wind blowing has to do with the military’s use of depleted uranium…
ah in the day of spending my time in the tavern Nothing in the land of ET I wrote a bit of poetry about Nothing or should I say about not…
for those not in the know the tavern called Nothing I write about was a message area/thread in a computer tech forum I was involved with for years .. the thread was started as a joke and was much hated by some on the forum because it wasn’t technical … the thread was officially called ‘the thread about absolutely nothing’ ... we spent much of our online life in that thread writing nonsense, poetry, stories and generally shared our lives with each other (smile) ... in four years the thread contained over a hundred thousand messages (if I remember correctly (grin)) and it became our little fantasy mini world (big smile) ... sadly the company changed their forum software and all that wasn’t saved by some of us (a small fraction of what we wrote) was lost and the forum software they replaced it with was inferior.. difficult to use and impossible to follow a thread .. we left but we remain friends still after all these years (smile) hope you enjoy a little bit of poetry written expounding on nothing (smile)
Free as the wind / Where you ride / O’er hillsides / And country fields A standard and / A heavy sword / Were your only / Companions An…
dedicated to the great lady of the mid 14th century, great soldier, a great fighter for freedom…Jehanne d’Arc (she preferred to be called Jehanne la Pucelle)
Death rides with me tonight. She’s dancing on your grave - The end is in her sight. Another soul for keeping, By my dashboard…
“you will hear a mermaid’s story”
Written for my vector art called “Listen to the Ocean”.
Backspaced to memories, I brace for the pain / Facedown – tears displace fear facets like rain; No graceful gestures or footraces to wi…
Becoming an “ACE” with my emotive release through poetry…
Cast your spell upon my words / before you touch them; / but please / be gentle. They shatter under speculation; / d…
A popem about feeling vulnerable when others read my work. About the act of inviting others inside of yourself, body, mind, spirit as they read something from you…because it is all about sharing, at least for me.
Midnight / Rose your shadow / To kiss me dark and / Cool and I took it / Eloquently upon the / Switch of off / Within the nightlight –on / Bla…
re: writing a goodbye letter …. from my newest collection: blue birds drag the stars
no… i thought not…
Im tired of being the telephone, now i want to be the speaker... Please listen… first… and then you are welcome to speak right over me as you have done all this time Just because im young, doesn’t mean i don’t have an opinion too you know… i have a brain… Featured In Live, Love, Dream
I am an hourglass / without sand
you came so lightly / so softly / i didn’t hear you fall / yet you covered my body / you covered me whole and if i were to lie here / i wou…
the things you write when you have a spare 5 minutes, sitting and watching the snow fall for the first time this season… Weird thing is, I actually have this singing in my head as a song, more than verse :-/
I am a memory untold and me living is too bold / They say a mother naturally loves / But here the doctor puts on his gloves / It was for her…
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