I took the sunglasses, and created my own world for a short time, consisting of David Lynch, Quentin Tarantino, Steven Spielberg, George …
I wrote this about 6 years ago, I was always intending to extend it into a finished complete novel of sorts, or at least a short story. But this is how it has stayed since then. I will get around to completing it one day though. Until then, heres some to read for now.
Many lines taken, I’m strung out at the seams. / In you place the quicksilver, to feel the rush.. / One line, One high. / Lust and glamour o…
Pulled from a personal experience gone awry.
As I draw closer, I see that the bumper sticker reads: ‘Love it or leave’ / The True Australians.
This was inspired by a bumper sticker on a car across the street from where I live. It brought up many feelings for me. Anger in the main. I long for a generally deeper understanding of cultural and other forms of diversity in human society. I believe diversity is the stuff of and the stimulus for life itself. Without it energy cannot flow and things cannot be.
Though frightened, she was really quite certain that all this had happened many times before and would, of course, again.
The tale of Snow White more than any other fascinates me. I wondered what would happen if I got to know her more intimately, from the inside out. What I found was hope overcoming fear, grace overcoming awkwardness, service increasing beauty and love conquering evil. Finally, in her I glimpsed the very nature of so many of the women I love, my wife, my sisters, my mother, my wife’s departed grandmother. The sheer ability of beauty and grace of the feminine to not only overcome but to lift untold generations.
a little poem about the terrible drug sweeping every corner of Ireland,R,I,P, to the recent victems of this terror.
a little poem about the terrible drug sweeping every corner of Ireland,R,I,P, to the recent victems of this terror.
White lace, / My lady’s grace, / Classic beauties / Face to face.
A poem of Love
I can not make a decision / And must linger between the two / Black? or White? / both.
Last night you took my hand in yours, / With a golden ring you promised your love. / I took your hand and did the same, / Our vows were bles…
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Lines of fire from the sky, / Beating down the ocean in front of me. / My world being turned upside down. / The screams of many well known v…
Princess Snow White has been kidnapped by British extremist terrorist group dubbed “The Dwarves”. / She is believed to have been taken fro…
Pretty old piece, around about when i started writing, hence some of the sloppy mistakes, but nonetheless i found it fun to re-read. rip it to pieces if you may wish.
Poem designed to be read on a toilet
A short poem that I wrote a couple of days ago / Needs a bit of work so feel free to comment
So I fell to the ground, as did Snow White / And with delight, when I rose / I saw a childs toy with a long nose / Yes, it was young Pinocchio
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Today marks an ending and then of course we have the new beginning. It is a 10/1 day and therefore the door is opening to a new chap…
In the dead of night these hoods / ain’t got any snowy woods / our trees are few and far between
Inspired by Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (which is, incidentally, one of my favorite Frost poems).
She stands there, her tears tattooing her skin and making small pools at her feet. Her body shaking violently with her sobs and a knife c…
I wrote this last year (2008). / I went through a stage of writing about blood, suicides, and love…
Piano keys / Are what I drew with sharpie so I could play / A taste of ink under these city lights / As I separate interchanging shades of g…
Late night writing never felt so good. R&B with piano production makes me feel like Piano Musiq.
I want to pick up the phone and call you / But something tells me not to / I don’t know if I should pursue / Something that can’t be worked …
And so, of opposites that together attract, / and contemporaries that are together drawn. / It is so then you, my eternal bond, / That I’ll …
I havent posted in SUCH a long time, I hope people like this one. / Please leave contsructive criticism.
fighting for existence / amid warriors and thieves / widows cry sheets of pastel / tears melt down icy cheeks / the paperboy tosses bad news ...
“Poor rabbit was running / he was running so fast / he didnt look were he went / and he ran straight past”
A Poem about a Little White Rabbit who is late for a Tea party (Surprise Surprise!) but eventually makes it after a long journey!
A moment in time when I felt that all hope was lost in a relationship.
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